about six o'clock
Howe'er , I said nought more angry , for th ' little babby 's sake , as were th ' child o ' his dead son , as well as o ' my dead daughter . `` Th ' longest lane will have a turning , and that night came to an end at last ; and we were foot-sore and tired enough , and to my mind th ' babby were getting weaker and weaker , and it wrung my heart to hear its little wail ; I 'd ha ' given my right hand for one of yesterday 's hearty cries . We were wanting our breakfasts , and so were it too , motherless babby ! We could see no public-house , so about six o'clock -LRB- only we thought it were later -RRB- we stopped at a cottage where a woman were moving about near th ' open door . Says I , ` Good woman , may we rest us a bit ? ' ` Come in , ' says she , wiping a chair , as looked bright enough afore , wi ' her apron . It were a cheery , clean room ; and we were glad to sit down again , though I thought my legs would never bend at th ' knees .