one o'clock
I 'll come here again , at noon , if I do n't find a place somewhere . '' Blue , blue , blue , was that Saturday for poor Jack Ogden ! All the forenoon he stood up manfully to hear the `` No , we do n't want a boy , '' and he met that same answer , expressed in almost identical words , everywhere . When he came out from his luncheon of bread and milk , he began to find that many places closed at twelve or one o'clock ; that even more were to close at three , and that on Saturday all men were either tired and cross or in a hurry . Jack 's courage failed him until he could hardly look a man in the face and ask him a question . One whole week had gone since Jack reached the city , and it seemed about a year . Here he was , without any way of making money , and almost without a hope of finding any way .