ten o’clock
She did not know what to do with the drenched rags , so she took them with her when she started again for the dark road , this time with her two cheery companions , the lantern and Wiggle . She soon found the dripping rags a burden and cast them from her as she passed the well . Wiggle turned back and inspected the smelly , soggy mass , found that he did not like it , took a hasty drink from the puddle under the well spout , and rejoined his companion . It must have been close to ten o'clock when Mr. Ira Jensen , enjoying a last smoke on his porch before retiring , saw the lantern light swinging up his roadway . The next thing that he was aware of was the pungent odor of kerosene borne upon the freshening night breeze . And then the little delegation stood revealed before him , Wiggle , wagging his tail , the lantern sputtering , and Pepsy 's head jerking nervously as if she were trying to shake out what she had to say . It took Pepsy a few moments to key herself up to the speaking point .