nine A.M.
Tearing it open , she found , written in a large , loose scrawl : `` Dear Nance . We have just struck town . Reckon you thought I was a quitter , but I ai n't . You be at the Gaiety to-morrow morning at nine A.M. Maybe I can land you something . Do n't say a word to anybody about it , and make yourself look as pretty as you can , and do n't be late . Do n't tell my folks I 'm here . I got a room down-town .