ten o'clock
`` I do n't intend to stand much more . Nobody has the right to say when I shall eat or what . If I want to eat fried shoe leather , that 's my affair . '' We met at ten o'clock at the shelter-house , everybody having gone to bed -- Miss Patty , the Van Alstynes and myself . The Dickys were on good terms again , for a wonder , and when we went in they were in front of the fire , she on a box and he at her feet , with his head buried in her lap . He did n't even look up when we entered . `` They 're here , Dicky , '' she said .