twenty minutes past seven
She was Mr. Melbury 's servant , and passed a great part of her time in crossing the yard between the house-door and the spar-shed , whither she had come now for fuel . She had two facial aspects -- one , of a soft and flexible kind , she used indoors when assisting about the parlor or upstairs ; the other , with stiff lines and corners , when she was bustling among the men in the spar-house or out-of-doors . `` Ah , Grammer Oliver , '' said John Upjohn , `` it do do my heart good to see a old woman like you so dapper and stirring , when I bear in mind that after fifty one year counts as two did afore ! But your smoke did n't rise this morning till twenty minutes past seven by my beater ; and that 's late , Grammer Oliver . '' `` If you was a full-sized man , John , people might take notice of your scornful meanings . But your growing up was such a scrimped and scanty business that really a woman could n't feel hurt if you were to spit fire and brimstone itself at her . Here , '' she added , holding out a spar-gad to one of the workmen , from which dangled a long black-pudding -- `` here 's something for thy breakfast , and if you want tea you must fetch it from in-doors . ''