five o’clock in the morning
`` Well , you need not be so fierce , Mother Carey , '' said the youth with an affected air of deprecation . `` Do n't mother me , '' said the jolly widow with a kindling eye ; `` go to your own mother , who is dying in a back cellar without a winder , while you 've got lodgings in a two pair . '' `` Dying ; she 's only drunk , '' said the youth . `` And if she is only drunk , '' rejoined Mrs Carey in a passion , `` what makes her drink but toil ; working from five o'clock in the morning to seven o'clock at night , and for the like of such as you . '' `` That 's a good one , '' said the youth ; `` I should like to know what my mother ever did for me , but give me treacle and laudanum when I was a babby to stop my tongue and fill my stomach ; by the token of which , as my gal says , she stunted the growth of the prettiest figure in all Mowbray . '' And here the youth drew himself up , and thrust his hands in the side pockets of his pea-jacket . `` Well , I never , '' said Mrs Carey .