nine o’clock
It 's a big house and sort of lonely and sometimes I find myself imagining how it would seem to have someone from home in it with me , and I find myself almost crying -- I do , for a fact , Aunt Mary . Next week , Bob is going to be away more than usual , and I 'm dreading it awfully ; but never mind , Aunt Mary , I do n't want to make you blue , because honestly I do n't think I 'm going into a decline , even if the doctor does . And , after all , if I did sort of dwindle away it would n't matter much , for I 'm not worth anything , and no one knows that as well as myself -- except you , Aunt Mary . I must stop because it 's nine o'clock and time I was in bed . I 've got some socks to wash out first , too ; you see , I 'm learning how to economize just as fast as I can . It 's only two miles to my work , and I 'm going to walk back and forth always -- that 'll be between fifty cents and a dollar saved each week . I 'm figuring on how to live on my salary and never have a debt , and you 'll be proud of me yet , Aunt Mary -- if I do n't die first .