9
o'clock
As the twilight gathers all seem ready again for more food and we begin to clamor for pabulum , keeping it up until either square or round crackers and smearcase are produced . These are washed down with foaming beakers of sarsaparilla . As the evening lamp is now lighted , I produce some good book or pamphlet like `` The Greatest Thing in the World , '' and read from it , occasionally cuffing a child in order to keep everything calm and reposeful . At 9 o'clock the cat is expelled and the eight-day clock is wound up for the week . Gazing up at the bright cold stars after kicking forth the cat , I realize that another Sabbath has been filed away in the great big brawny bosom of the past , and with a little remorseful sigh and an incipient sob when I think that I am not making a better record , I drive a fence nail in over the door latch and seek my library which , on being properly approached , opens and becomes a beautiful couch . A FLYER IN DIRT I have just returned from a visit to my property at Minneapolis , and can not refrain from referring to its marvelous growth .