six o'clock
I saw him a few minutes the other day , on his way to some place I must n't write down . He said : `` Do you know what I wish ? '' I said : `` No ; what do you wish ? '' He said : `` I wish I was back in the front yard , squirting water on the lawn and flower beds , where no one would be shooting at me , and it was six o'clock and there was going to be fried chicken for supper and one of those deep-dish apple pies without any bottom to it , that you turn upside down and pour maple sirup on . That 's what I wish . '' ' '' `` Always thinking of his stomach ! '' muttered the judge . ''