nine
o'clock
Well , there wa 'n' t any answer . Not hearin ' him stirrin ' when I gets up in the mornin ' , I makes up my mind to let him snooze as long as he likes . So I has breakfast and goes out front with the mornin ' papers . It got to be after nine o'clock , and I was just thinkin ' of goin ' up to see how he was gettin ' on , when I sees a big green tourin ' car come dashin ' down into the park and turn into my front drive . There was a crowd in it ; but , before I can get up , out flips a stunnin ' lookin ' bunch of dry goods , all veils and silk dust coat , and wants to know if I 'm Shorty McCabe : which I says I am . `` Then you have my boy here , have you ? '' she shoots out .