nine o'clock
He was a handsome youth ; his profile showed clear and fine in the light , between the sharp points of his dicky bound about by his high stock . His cheeks were as red as his sister 's . When he put on his hat and opened the door , his mother herself interrupted Caleb 's reading . `` Do n't you stay later than nine o'clock , Barnabas , '' said she . The young man murmured something unintelligibly , but his tone was resentful . `` I ai n't going to have you out as long as you were last Sabbath night , '' said his mother , in quick return . She jerked her chin down heavily as if it were made of iron .