nine o'clock
`` Get a sponge ! '' he exclaimed on the morning after his orchestral experience , as Mr. Zwiebel absorbed his coffee in long , gurgling inhalations . `` Yes , Milton , '' Mr. Zwiebel commented , replacing his cup in the saucer , `` maybe I ai n't such a fine gentleman what you are , but I ai n't no loafer , neither , y' understand . When I was your age I did n't sit down and eat my breakfast at nine o'clock . I did n't have it so easy . '' `` Aw , what yer kicking about ? '' Milton replied .