four o'clock
There 's a fearful deal o ' oaths spilt in a grave while it 's i ' th ' makin ' , I can tell yo ' ; and th ' Almeety 's name is spoken more daan i ' th ' hoile than it is up aboon , for all th ' parson reads it so mich aat of his book . But this funeral 's baan to be lat ' , Mr. Penrose ' ; and drawing a huge watch from his fob , he exclaimed : ` Another ten minutes and there 's no berryin ' i ' th ' yard this afternoon . ' ` I do n't understand you , Joseph , ' said Mr. Penrose wonderingly . ` We never berry here after four o'clock . ' ` But there 's no law forbidding a funeral at any hour that I know of -- is there ? ' ` There is wi ' me . I 'm maisther o ' this berryin ' hoile , whatever yo ' may be o ' th ' chapel .