six o'clock
There for the thousandth time he pored over the pages of the catalogue showing the beautiful 5x7 self-inking press . One morning Bobby awoke before daylight . It might have been the middle of the night except that , far down in the still house , he heard a muffled scrape and clank as Martin set the furnace in order for the day . Bobby knew six o'clock by these dull , distant , comfortable sounds . The air in the room was very frosty and Bobby 's nose was as cold as a dog 's ; but underneath the warm double blanket and the eider-down quilted comforter Bobby had made himself a warm nest . In this he curled in a tight little ball . Not for worlds would he have stretched his legs down into shivery regions , and though he was not drowsy and did not care to sleep , not for worlds would he have left his lair before the radiator had warmed .