6:30 a.m.
`` You -- you 're just the type . '' `` Yes , '' says Miss Snell , `` and a fat lot of good that 's going to do me . So what 's the use talking ? In a year or so I suppose I 'll be swinging a broom around my own little flat , coaxing a kitchen range to hump itself at 6:30 a.m. , and hanging out a Monday wash for two . '' `` Oh ! '' says Babe . `` Then you 've picked out the lucky chap ? ''