Half after six
exclaimed Barry . He looked at his watch , but found that he had neglected to wind it , and that consequently it had stopped . `` What time do you make it , waiter ? '' `` Half after six , sir . '' He decided that he would rise for dinner , ` phoned for a paper and his mail , and lay back between the sheets once more , striving to recapture that rapturous sense of welfare that had enwrapped him the night before . Luxuriating in this delightsome exercise , he glanced lazily at the heading of his paper , and then cried , as the paper boy was leaving the room , `` Hello ! here , boy !