midnight on Sunday
` How did he get them ? ' inquired George , asking the same question that every one else was asking . The man laughed , with an evident appreciation of the smartness that could accomplish what looked like a miracle , although he shook his head disapprovingly . ` He telephoned to somewhere abroad -- I do n't rightly know if 't was France or Belgium ; in fact , he 've been ` phoning for days ; and it seems there was a wool-mill shut down , and these men out of employ , and he had the whole lot brought over and put in here by midnight on Sunday . They came in wagon-loads from a station ten miles off , and not a soul knew . Oh , he managed it well , did the master ! But they laugh best who laugh last , as the saying is . '