four o'clock
I thought something had happened the poor shild . ` Oh , go to slape , you fool ! ' says Mary Ann . `` T is only four o'clock , ' says she , ` an ' that grasshopper greenhorn ca n't wait for broad day till she go out an ' see the whole of Ameriky . ' So I wint off to sleep again ; the first bell was biginnin ' on the mill , and I had an hour an ' a piece , good , to meself after that before Mary Ann come scoldin ' . I do n't be sleepin ' so well as some folks the first part of the night . '' Mr. Patrick Quin ignored the interest of this autobiographical statement , and with a contemptuous shake of the head began to feel in his pocket for a pipe .