about four
o'clock in the afternoon
It did make him feel a little forlorn to reflect that he had no place to return to ; no home but the streets . He had not yet contracted that vagabond feeling which makes even them seem homelike to the hundreds of homeless children who wander about in them by day and by night . He was in due time landed at the Astor House . It was about four o'clock in the afternoon , and he had had nothing to eat since breakfast . But for the cigar , he would have had a hearty appetite . As it was , he felt faint , and thought he should relish some tea and toast . He made his way , therefore , to a restaurant in Fulton street , between Broadway and Nassau streets .