quarter past nine
`` Bring him to me , '' orders Peter , stopping to pick his pants loose from his legs ; `` I yearn to caress him . '' And what old Dillaway said was worse 'n that . But Beriah did n't come to be caressed . 'T was quarter past nine when we heard wheels in the yard . `` By mighty ! '' yells Cap'n Jonadab ; `` it 's the camp-meeting pilgrims . I forgot them .