six in the morning
We walked through a great factory of some sort , where men and women and little children were toiling in heat and dirt and a fog of dust ; and they were clothed in rags , and drooped at their work , for they were worn and half starved , and weak and drowsy . Satan said : `` It is some more Moral Sense . The proprietors are rich , and very holy ; but the wage they pay to these poor brothers and sisters of theirs is only enough to keep them from dropping dead with hunger . The work-hours are fourteen per day , winter and summer -- from six in the morning till eight at night -- little children and all . And they walk to and from the pigsties which they inhabit -- four miles each way , through mud and slush , rain , snow , sleet , and storm , daily , year in and year out . They get four hours of sleep . They kennel together , three families in a room , in unimaginable filth and stench ; and disease comes , and they die off like flies .