about midnight
you women , you make such a fuss over everything , '' Uncle Podger would reply , picking himself up . `` Why , I _ like _ doing a little job of this sort . '' -LSB- Picture : Uncle Podger admiring his work -RSB- And then he would have another try , and , at the second blow , the nail would go clean through the plaster , and half the hammer after it , and Uncle Podger be precipitated against the wall with force nearly sufficient to flatten his nose . Then we had to find the rule and the string again , and a new hole was made ; and , about midnight , the picture would be up -- very crooked and insecure , the wall for yards round looking as if it had been smoothed down with a rake , and everybody dead beat and wretched -- except Uncle Podger . `` There you are , '' he would say , stepping heavily off the chair on to the charwoman 's corns , and surveying the mess he had made with evident pride . `` Why , some people would have had a man in to do a little thing like that ! '' Harris will be just that sort of man when he grows up , I know , and I told him so .