eleven a.m.
It was six thirty p.m. on Monday of Automobile Show Week when Sadie Corn came on watch . She came on with a lively , well-developed case of neuralgia over her right eye and extending down into her back teeth . With its usual spitefulness the attack had chosen to make its appearance during her long watch . It never selected her short-watch days , when she was on duty only from eleven a.m. until six-thirty p.m. . Now with a peppermint bottle held close to alternately sniffing nostrils Sadie Corn was running her eye over the complex report sheet of the floor clerk who had just gone off watch . The report was even more detailed and lengthy than usual . Automobile Show Week meant that the always prosperous Magnifique was filled to the eaves and turning them away .