five o'clock, winter
`` Never have I beheld a face more rosy and fresh ! '' `` Very well then , why do you think I shall be ill ? '' `` Nay , but -- '' `` At eighteen years of age , leading the life I do , how can that be possible ? I rise at five o'clock , winter and summer ; I go to bed at ten or eleven ; I eat to satisfy my hunger , which is not very great , it is true ; I sing like a lark all day , and at night I sleep like a dormouse : I have a mind free , joyful , and contented , with the certainty of plenty of work , because my employers are pleased with what I have done . Why should I be sick ! What an idea ! Well , I never ! ''