eleven o'clock
`` Creazers , '' replied Mrs. Hawkins , with an expression that savored of erudition , `` was a man who was so all fired rich that he had to hire folks to spend his money for him . '' At that moment a step was heard in the dining-room , and both Mrs. Hawkins and Betsy flew to wait upon the new-comer who proved to be Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer . As he took his seat at the table the Connecticut clock on the mantelpiece struck ten . At eleven o'clock that same morning Mr. Sawyer knocked at the front door of Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill 's residence . How strange it seemed , how much more homelike it would have been to have entered by the back door and to have come through the kitchen and dining-room , as of old . But no ! He was not a regular boarder now , only an occasional visitor .