six o'clock
`` Everything in apple-pie order so far as the books go , '' he observed . `` I expect it will be big hustle and bustle for an hour or two in the morning , though . '' Lem Wacker came slouching along . It was six o'clock , the quitting hour . Lem was always on time on such occasions . The whistle from the shops had ceased echoing , and , his dinner pail on his arm and filling his inevitable pipe , he paused for a moment . `` Going to shut up shop ? ''