5:30 A.M.
But the big reason for this early-mornin ' joyfest of ours -- Well , there 's the pirate treasure , almost enough to load a pushcart with . You know how you feel when you pluck a stray quarter from the L stairs , or maybe retrieve a dollar bill that 's been playin ' hide-and-seek in the gutter ? Multiply that by the thrill you 'd get if you 'd had your salary raised and been offered par for a block of industrials that had been wished on you at ten a share , all in the same day . Then you 'll have a vague idea of how chirky we was at 5:30 A.M. as we stood around in front of that mound we 'd torn open , gawpin ' first at the heap of loot and then at each other . Simple way to pass the time , eh ? But , somehow , we could n't seem to take it in that we 'd actually done the trick . I know I could n't .