seven in the morning
I moved my chair as far as possible from the red-hot stove and opened my coat . `` He is too young to be at work . He is n't twelve , is he ? '' The indignation I had felt on hearing of Jimmy 's bondage to a bench from seven in the morning to six in the evening , with an interval of an hour for lunch , was unaccountably disappearing . With helplessness and incapacity I was not ordinarily patient , and Mrs. Gibbons was an excellent example of both . Still -- `` He is n't twelve yet , is he ? '' I repeated .