about eight o'clock
I denk it will . '' Shephard was looking round the room , where the old people were noisily eating supper , and the steaming oysters and the cold chicken 's savory smell went to his heart . One of the motherly managers of the feast bustled up to him . `` Shephard , you c 'n run over t ' the house an ' tell the young folks that they can come over t ' supper about eight o'clock ; that 'll be in a half an hour . You understand ? '' `` Oh , I 'm so hungry ! Ca n't y ' give me a hunk o ' chicken t ' stay m ' stomach ? ''