ten o'clock
I 've one little word to say to you . '' Having turned the corner , he for some time racked his head trying to recall what it was that he absolutely had to do , now , this very minute . And again , in the very depths of his soul , he knew just what he had to do , but he procrastinated confessing this to his own self . It was already a clear , bright day , about nine or ten o'clock . Janitors were watering the streets with rubber hose . Flower girls were sitting on the squares and near the gates of the boulevards , with roses , stock-gillyflowers and narcissi . The radiant , gay , rich southern town was beginning to get animated .