one o’clock
The front door leading into the garden was always open . There was no precise separation between the house and the mill . The business and the dwelling-place were mixed up together , and covered with flour . Mr. Butts was in the habit of walking out of his mill into the living-room every now and then , and never dreamed when one o'clock came that it was necessary for him to change his floury coat before he had his dinner . His cap he also often retained , and in any weather , not extraordinarily cold , he sat in his shirtsleeves . The garden was large and half-wild . A man from the mill , if work was slack , gave a day to it now and then , but it was not trimmed and raked and combed like the other gardens in the town .