About nine o'clock
`` This five-dollar bill dropped down the chimney one fine morning , '' said Chester , laughing . `` I wish one would drop down my chimney . But I must be gettin ' along , or old Tripp will give me hail Columbia when I get back . '' About nine o'clock that evening , as Chester was returning from a lecture in the church , he was accosted by a rough-looking fellow having very much the appearance of a tramp , who seemed somewhat under the influence of liquor . `` I say , boss , '' said the tramp , `` ca n't you give a poor man a quarter to help him along ? '' `` Are you out of work ? '' asked Chester , staying his step .