a quarter past
six
` Good morning , Monsieur le Cure , ' said La Teuse , laying her broom aside . ` Oh ! you have been lazy this morning ! Do you know it 's a quarter past six ? ' And without allowing the smiling young priest sufficient time to reply , she added ` I 've a scolding to give you . There 's another hole in the cloth again . There 's no sense in it .