about one o'clock
She used to tell us that bein ' housed up like to ` a ' drove her crazy at first , an ' they was so tarnation fussy that she felt like a hobbled pony in a stampede . They would n't even let her picket her ponies out in what they call the campus , which she said was just drippin ' fat with rich grass , an ' nary a hoof to graze it . Why , they even had fool notions about havin ' certain hours about goin ' to bed , an ' even when you had to put your lights out . One night she got fidgety an ' nervous with the lonesomeness of it , an ' she got up about one o'clock an ' fired her revolvers out the window , -- just for sport , you know , like a feller sometimes will when he 's -- well , when his soul gets kind o ' itchy like , -- an ' it purt ' nigh started a riot . She said ` at we would n't never believe how different the people was down there . I reckon a university must be run a good bit like a penitentiary . But as I said , she was n't no quitter , an ' I reckon , takin ' it all in all , she give 'em back about as good as they sent .