five
o’clock
-- ` What in natur are you a scoldin ' for ? ' sais I : ` that wo n't mend the matter ; how 's time ? They must soon be a stirrin ' now , I guess . ' Well , as I am a livin ' sinner , it was only five o'clock ; ` oh dear , ' sais I , ` time is like women and pigs the more you want it to go , the more it wo n't . What on airth shall I do ? -- guess , I 'll strap my rasor . ' `` Well , I strapped and strapped away , until it would cut a single hair pulled strait up on eend out o ' your head , without bendin ' it -- take it off slick .