half past eight
Dreams had a liking for him , the kind of dreams that incline to acrobatic feats and magic transformations . He dreamt , this night as he tossed about , that he and Henty were driving a herd of cattle up King Street , trying to steer them toward the bank , where it was desirable to corral them , when suddenly the kine raised up on their hind legs and became human beings , many of them with charming faces . As a result of his hallucinations he was burdened with yawning next morning . After a light breakfast he set out for the bank , arriving there at half past eight . Several of the clerks were working . He rapped on the door , and the janitor , who was dusting , let him in . `` I 'm a new man here , '' he said .