ten o'clock Thursday morning
I asked . Uncle Si shrugged his shoulders . `` The city _ ought _ to do a good many things it _ does n't _ do , '' said he . `` They promised to have that main tapped at eight o'clock last Monday morning , and here it is ten o'clock Thursday morning and not a drop of water on the place ! There is n't any use kicking , for those politicians down at the City Hall do things their own way and take their own time doing 'em ! '' I saw that argument with Uncle Si meant simply a waste of time , so I determined to go down-town to the City Hall myself to see whether no eloquence or indignation of my own would move the derelict officers to a performance of their duty . On the train I fell in with Mr. Leet , who was on his way to his place of business .