eleven o'clock
I told him she lived jist here , and I 'd show him the house . When he saw I lived here too , he gave me this little scrap o ' paper , and asked me to hand it to Master William Sullivan . I s ` pose that 's you , a n't it ? '' He handed Willie the slip of paper ; and the boy , taking True 's lantern in his hand , and holding the note up to the light , read aloud : -- `` R. H. Clinton would like to see William Sullivan on Thursday morning , between ten and eleven o'clock , at No. 13 -- Wharf . '' Willie looked up in amazement . `` What does it mean ? '' ?