six o'clock
There is not a commodious assortment in Barbury Green , but we can always send the pony to Woodmucket in case of urgency . Our paying guest last summer was a Mrs. Pollock , and she was by way of having sudden fancies . Young and unmarried though you are , miss , I think you will tyke my meaning without my speaking plyner ? Well , at six o'clock of a rainy afternoon , she was seized with an unaccountable desire for vegetable marrows , and Mr. ` Eaven put the pony in the cart and went to Woodmucket for them , which is a great advantage to be so near a town and yet ` ave the quietude . '' -LCB- Mr. Heaven : p11.jpg -RCB- Mr. Heaven is merged , like Mr. Jellyby , in the more shining qualities of his wife . A line of description is too long for him . Indeed , I can think of no single word brief enough , at least in English .