seven o'clock
He slept as long as he liked . Sometimes his wife pulled him by the leg from habit and said : ` Get up , Josef . ' But , opening only one eye , lest sleep should run away from him , he would growl : ` Leave me alone ! ' and sleep , maybe , till the church bell rang for Mass at seven o'clock . There was really nothing to get up for now . Maciek had long ago finished the spring-work in the fields ; the Jews had left the village , carrying their business farther afield , following the new railway line now under construction , and no one sent for him from the manor -- for there was no manor . He smoked , strolled about for days together in the yard , or looked at the abundantly sprouting corn .