nine o'clock
At nine o'clock one morning Bobby Orde , following an agreement with his father , walked sedately to the Proper Place , where he kept his cap and coat and other belongings . The Proper Place was a small , dark closet under the angle of the stairs . He called it the Proper Place just as he called his friend Clifford Fuller , or the saw-mill town in which he lived Monrovia -- because he had always heard it called so . At the door a beautiful black and white setter solemnly joined him .