eleven o'clock
She could not feel satisfied with herself , as she walked towards home , till she had argued the matter , and effected a compromise between her pride and her poverty . She had sold candy for the money , and the gentleman had paid her over three cents a stick -- rather above the market value of the article ; but there was no other way to make the transaction correspond with her ideas of propriety . Her work was done for the forenoon , though she had plenty of candy at home . It was now eleven o'clock , and she had not time to sell out another stock before dinner . As she walked up the street , on her way home , she encountered Master Simon Sneed , who , with the dignity and stateliness of a merchant prince , was lugging a huge bundle of goods to the residence of some customer . `` I am glad to see you , Simon , '' said Katy . `` Have you seen your friend the mayor ? ''