6:30
They do not get up at 6:30 . It is at this hour we remember the fragrant drawer in the dresser at home where our clean shirts , and collars and cuffs , and socks and handkerchiefs , are put every week by our wife . We also recall as we go about our stone den , with its odor of former corned beef , and the ghost of some bloody-handed predecessor 's snore still moaning in the walls , the picture of green grass by our own doorway , and the apples that were just ripening , when the bench warrant came . The time from 6:30 to breakfast is occupied by the average , or non-paying inmate , in doing the chamberwork and tidying up his state-room . I do not know how others feel about it , but I dislike chamberwork most heartily , especially when I am in jail . Nothing has done more to keep me out of jail , I guess , than the fact that while there I have to make up my bed and dust the piano . Breakfast is generally table d'hôte and consists of bread .