About eight o'clock
When we went out for another walk nobody even looked after us . I did n't say anything then , but I kept thinkin ' . And all that evenin ' we sat around amongst 'em without bein ' disturbed . About eight o'clock an orchestra shows up and cuts loose with music in the ball-room , mostly classic stuff like the `` Spring Song '' and handfuls plucked from `` Aïda . '' We slips in and listens . Then the leader gets his eye on us and turns on a fox-trot . `` Looks like they was waitin ' for us to start something , '' says I. `` Let 's . ''