nine o'clock
You have both of you got to give me your clothes . There 's no way out of it , so you need n't think to try words , nor blarney , nor nothing else with me , I have a sack dress each for you , and what you have on is mine . That 's the toll , you will have to pay it . My hut is just beyond at the other side of the wood , my sons are away , but Cinder and Flinder will take care of you until I come back , at nine o'clock . Here , follow me , we 're close to the hut . No words , or it will be the worse for you . On in front , the two of you , or you , little Miss , '' shaking her hand angrily at Polly , `` will know what it means to bandy words with the wife of Micah Jones . ''