about nine o'clock
Wa'al , as I told you , he got to be most seven year old . I 'd had to go out to Chicago , an ' one day I got a telegraph sayin ' he was putty sick -- an ' I took the fust train East . It was ` long in March , an ' we had a breakdown , an ' run into an awful snowstorm , an ' one thing another , an ' I lost twelve or fifteen hours . It seemed to me that them two days was longer 'n my hull life , but I fin ` ly did git home about nine o'clock in the mornin ' . When I got to the house Mis ' Jones was on the lookout fer me , an ' the door opened as I run up the stoop , an ' I see by her face that I was too late . ` Oh , David , David ! ' she says -LRB- she 'd never called me David before -RRB- , puttin ' her hands on my shoulders . ''