Saturday noon
From every cottage , from field and stable , blacksmith shop , carpenter 's shop , the house of the spinners , the weavers , the dairy , the negroes poured toward the shed beside the bell tower . `` What is it ? '' Phil asked of Custis . `` Saturday noon . All work stops . '' `` My Lord , it 's been raining nearly all morning . The field hands have n't worked a lick all day .