11 o'clock
Apply urley at this offis , to the religus edittur . '' Now , our religus edittur is purty sweet on wimmin enyway , so he tuk it all in good part , and kissed and hugged every one of em , tellin em he 'd let em kno by letter , wen he 'd made his choice . They kep swarmin in all the mornin , til you 'd thot all the wimmin in New York was warntin a man . Bout 11 o'clock we all notissed sumthing shut out the lite of the doreway , purty soon it turn 'd round and cum in sideways and sung out , `` Oh , were ! Oh , were ! is the bloomin boy wot warnts a rotund , buxom madin for his wife ? '' Then we all tumbeled that she was the Bowry Museum fat woman , so I pointed to the Religus Edittur .