eight o'clock in the evening
In New York not long ago you could get iced buttermilk . Ca n't say I was fond of it , but I reckon it 's as exhilarating as the other stuff . '' Dick left him with some misgivings and went about his business . It was eight o'clock in the evening and the foundry would be closed , but he knew where the manager lived and went to his house , which was situated in the older part of the city . He had not taken Jake because he had to pass some of the less reputable cafés and gambling dens and thought it undesirable that the lad should know where they were . The foundry manager was not at home , but a languishing young woman with a thickly powdered face , who called her mother before she conferred with Dick , told him where Don Tomas had gone , and Dick set off again in search of the café she named . A half moon hung low in the clear sky , but , for the most part , its light only reached a short distance down the white and yellow fronts of the flat-topped houses .