an hour from midday
My uncle rose and in the most friendly way led me through the shop . He stood on his doorstep and jerked amiable directions to me . `` Ai n't it sleepy , George , eh ? There 's the butcher 's dog over there , asleep in the road-half an hour from midday ! If the last Trump sounded I do n't believe it would wake . Nobody would wake ! The chaps up there in the churchyard -- they 'd just turn over and say : ` Naar -- you do n't catch us , you do n't !