ten in the morning
Wingate waited moodily . Now at the edge of affairs human apprehensions began to assert themselves , especially among the womenfolk . Even stout Molly Wingate gave way to doubt and fears . Her husband caught her , apron to eyes , sitting on the wagon tongue at ten in the morning , with her pots and pans unpacked . `` What ? '' he exclaimed . `` You 're not weakening ?