ten o'clock in the morning
`` You 're a fool ! '' said the rat . `` Good-bye . '' The next day -- it was ten o'clock in the morning : they remembered it many years after at the forester 's -- the young lady and the odd man came across to the barn to unpack the case . The man rolled it across the threshing-floor ; and , as soon as it was outside , they saw what had happened . Everything rolled out helter-skelter and higgledy-piggledy : coffee , tea , cinnamon , spices , sugar-candy , all without end and all mixed up together and spoilt . There was not a bag but had a hole in it .