seven o’clock
Anthony never came next or nigh him when he was working , which shows that he had n't got his senses rightly . If he had he 'd have kept an eye on what my grandfather was doing , knowing what he knew , though of course my grandfather did n't know . Well , one day my grandfather was dragging off the old thatch near the chimney . It was middling late in the evening , as it might be six or seven o'clock , and he was thinking of stopping his work when all of a sudden he came on what he thought might be an old petticoat bundled away in the thatch . It was red , he said , but when he put his hand on it he knew it was n't flannel , nor it was n't cloth , nor it was n't like anything he 'd ever felt before in all his life . There was a hole in the roof where my grandfather had the thatch stripped , and he could see down into the kitchen . Anthony 's wife was there with the youngest of the boys in her arms .