ten o'clock
I always felt like a robber or a Standard Oil director every time I looked at the books . The most of 'em was rich folks -- self-made men , just like Peter prophesied -- and they brought their wives and daughters and slept on cornhusks and eat chowder and said 't was great and just like old times . And they got the rest we advertised ; we did n't cheat 'em on REST . By ten o'clock pretty nigh all hands was abed , and 't was so still all you could hear was the breakers or the wind , or p ` raps a groan coming from a window where some boarder had turned over in his sleep and a corncob in the mattress had raked him crossways . There was one old chap that we 'll call Dillaway -- Ebenezer Dillaway . That wa n't his name ; his real one 's too well known to tell . He runs the `` Dillaway Combination Stores '' that are all over the country .