"I could pretty well eat him,--that's what I could. Half past eleven; is it? She must come some time, mustn't she?" Mrs. Pipkin, who did not want to burn candles all night long, declared that she could give no assurance on that head. If Ruby did come, she should, on that night, be admitted. But Mrs. Pipkin thought that it would be better to get up and let her in than to sit up for her. Poor Mr. Crumb did not at once take the hint, and remained there for another half-hour, saying little, but waiting with the hope that Ruby might come. But when the clock struck twelve he was told that he must go. Then he slowly collected his limbs and dragged them out of the house.
"That young man is a good fellow," said Mrs. Hurtle as soon as the door was closed.

"Half past eleven, is it? She must come some time, mustn't she?"
Mrs. Pipkin, who did not want to burn candles all night long, declared that she did not know. Poor Mr. Crumb remained there for another half-hour, in the hope that Ruby might come. But when the clock struck twelve he was told that he must go. Then he slowly collected his limbs and dragged them out of the house.
"He is a good fellow," said Mrs. Hurtle as soon as the door was closed.
