ten o'clock
What he did not know was that adding the interest of her presence to his life , even though it made his work heavier , was showing on him . He actually seemed bigger , stronger , and his face brighter and fuller . He swung down the street thrusting his papers right and left , crossed and went up the other side , watching closely for a customer . It was ten o'clock and opportunities with the men were almost over . Mickey turned to scan the street for anything even suggesting a sale . He saw none and started with his old cry , watching as he went : `` I _ like _ to sell papers ! _ Sometimes _ I sell them !