nine in the morning
It 's wonderful where property goes , sometimes . There was ole man Tracy -- you remember him , Doc -- J. R. Tracy , solid banker . He went into the bank as messenger , seventeen years old ; he was president at forty-three , and he built that bank with his life for forty years more . He was down there from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon the day before he died -- over eighty ! Gilt edge , that bank ? It was diamond edge ! He used to eat a bag o ' peanuts and an apple for lunch ; but he was n't stingy -- he was just livin ' in his business .