about 9 o'clock
So as soon as I 'd come home and had my usual rough-house session with Buddy , I leads him upstairs and carefully parks him in the south bedroom over the kitchen wing . Being thoughtful and considerate , I call that . Not to Buddy maybe , who 's used to spendin ' the dinner hour with his nose just inside the dinin ' room door ; but to Auntie , anyway . Which is why I 'm so surprised , along about 9 o'clock when Auntie has made an early start for a good night 's rest , to hear these loud hostile woofs comin ' from him and then these blood curdlin ' screams . `` For the love of Mike ! '' I gasps . `` Where did you put Auntie ? ''