The book now, however, was right side up.

One by one other minutes passed till the great clock in the hall struck nine long strokes.
"Well, well, bless my soul!" mumbled Uncle William, resolutely forcing himself to wake up.

"What time was that ?" "Nine o'clock." Billy spoke with tragic distinctness, yet very cheerfully.
"Eh?
Only nine ?" blinked Uncle William.

"I thought it must be ten.

Well, anyhow, I believe I'll go up-stairs.