ten
o'clock
There was a spectacularly bright moon , somewhere ; Martie could not see it , but beyond the sunken garden she caught glimpses of silvery brightness on the roofs of Monroe . Even here , under the dark trees , pools of light had formed and the heavy foliage was shot with shafts of radiance . A strong wind was clicking the eucalyptus leaves together , and carrying bits of rubbish here and there about the yard . Martie could hear voices , the barking of dogs , and the whine of the ten o'clock trolley , down in the village . The gate slammed . Leonard came in . `` Pa tell you to watch for me ? ''