about twenty-five minutes after eleven
For two long days I wander-ed amid the ver-dant pathways of the gar-den and to the barn , whenever and anon my du-ty call-ed me , nor did I ere neg-lect the fowlery . No cloud o'er-spread this happy pe-ri-od of my life . But the cloud was ri-sing in the horizon although I saw it not . `` It was about twenty-five minutes after eleven , on the morning of a Thursday , that I sat pondering in my mind the ques-ti-on what to do with the butter and the veg-et-ables . Here was butter , and here was green corn and lima-beans and trophy tomats , far more than I ere could use . And here was a horse , idly cropping the fol-i-age in the field , for as my employer had advis-ed and order-ed I had put the steed to grass . And here was a wagon , none too new , which had it the top taken off , or even the curtains roll-ed up , would do for a li-cen-ced vender .