About eleven o'clock
Whatever were they up to ? I asked Mrs. Putchy if they had left any message , but no -- they had said nothing as to where they were going , what they were going to do , or when they would be back ; and the only thing that had struck Mrs. Putchy as being at all remarkable about their appearance , was the fact that the Rhymester had added little bows of coloured ribbon to his costume , and wore a tall pointed cap gaily decorated with streamers , and a deep white frill around his neck -- the others were dressed as usual . I felt sure that some mischief was brewing , and could not settle down to my work for thinking of them . About eleven o'clock I went out to see if I could find any traces of my guests . I had been walking about unsuccessfully for about an hour , when I heard some boys shouting , and turning to look in their direction , I beheld his Majesty calmly seated in a chair which , by means of long poles attached to it , was being carried along by the Rhymester and A. Fish , Esq. . They were followed by a crowd of people who were cheering lustily , and the Doctor-in-Law was rushing about collecting money in his hat , and entreating the people `` not to forget the fifth of November , '' and repeating some doggerel verse about : `` Guy Fawkes guy , Stick him up high ; Stick him on a lamp-post , And there let him die , '' while several little boys were dancing about in great excitement , and shouting , `` Holler , boys ! holler !