seven o'clock
You could easy go hoarse havin ' a little chat with him . You 'd need lots of time too ; for after every one of my bright little sallies Ira looks me over in that quiet , thoughtful way of his , then counts fifty to himself , and fin ` lly decides whether it 'll be a grunt or just a nod . Gettin ' information out of him was like liftin ' a trunk upstairs one step at a time . I manages to drag out , though , that he 'd been hangin ' around ever since the buildin ' was opened by the day watchman at seven o'clock . `` Well , '' says I , `` Mr. Robert was lookin ' for you to blow in today ; but not quite so early . It 'll be near ten before he shows up . Better come inside and have a comf ` table chair . ''