eleven o'clock
`` Why do n't you let me go out with you and sell papers ? '' `` I hope , Bennie , '' said Luke , gravely , `` you will never have to go into the street with papers . I know what it is , and how poor boys fare . One night last week , at the corner of Monroe and Clark Streets , I saw a poor little chap , no older than you , selling papers at eleven o'clock . He had a dozen papers which he was likely to have left on his hands , for there are not many who will buy papers at that hour . '' `` Did you speak to him , Luke ? '' asked Benny , interested .