five o'clock
what am I , an old bachelor , to do with a baby , and a wet-nurse as black as the ace of spades , and another black fellow in the bargain ? Send him back again ! yes , that 's best ? but the child -- woke every morning at five o'clock with its squalling -- obliged to kiss it three times a day -- pleasant ! -- and then that nigger of a nurse -- thick lips -- kissing child all day , and then holding it out to me -- ignorant as a cow -- if the child has the stomach-ache she 'll cram a pepper-pod down its throat -- West India fashion -- children never without the stomach-ache -- my poor , poor cousin ! -- what has become of her and the other child , too ? -- wish they may pick her up , poor dear !