nine o'clock
His father looked on sympathetically , and yet hardly with full understanding . There was poverty in his own little village , yes , even squalour , but he had never seen anything just like this . At home almost everyone found some open door , and rare was the wanderer who slept out-of-doors except from choice . At nine o'clock they went to the police court , and the old minister saw many of his race appear as prisoners , receiving brief attention and long sentences . Finally a boy was arraigned for theft . He was a little , wobegone fellow hardly ten years of age . He was charged with stealing cakes from a bakery .