about eight o'clock at night
He turned on me severely . `` If I were you , John Simmons , '' he said , `` I should go straight home to bed . '' He has a way of putting things that would n't occur to an ordinary man , has parson , and I did as he told me . Well , next day it came on to blow , and it blew harder and harder , till about eight o'clock at night I heard a noise and looked out into the garden . I dare say you wo n't believe me , it seems a bit tall even to me , but the wind had lifted the thatch of my pigsty into the widow 's garden a second time . I thought I would n't wait to hear what widow had to say about it , so I went across the green to the `` Fox and Grapes '' , and the wind was so strong that I danced along on tiptoe like a girl at the fair . When I got to the inn landlord had to help me shut the door ; it seemed as though a dozen goats were pushing against it to come in out of the storm .