ABOUT nine o'clock
His voice woke up the other birds . A few minutes more and the joyous concert began . Kenelm reverently doffed his hat , and bowed his head in mute homage and thanksgiving . ABOUT nine o'clock Kenelm entered a town some twelve miles distant from his father 's house , and towards which he had designedly made his way , because in that town he was scarcely if at all known by sight , and he might there make the purchases he required without attracting any marked observation . He had selected for his travelling costume a shooting-dress , as the simplest and least likely to belong to his rank as a gentleman . But still in its very cut there was an air of distinction , and every labourer he had met on the way had touched his hat to him . Besides , who wears a shooting-dress in the middle of June , or a shooting-dress at all , unless he be either a game-keeper or a gentleman licensed to shoot ?