half past seven
I thought I never should get the sut out of my hair , and then never get it out of my brush again , and my eyes smarted so , they did nothing but water , and wink , and make faces . But I did ; I worked on and worked on , till all was sot right once more . ``` Now , ' sais I , ` how 's time ? ' ` half past seven , ' sais I , ` and three hours and a half more yet to breakfast . Well , ' sais I , ` I ca n't stand this -- and what 's more I wo n't : I begin to get my Ebenezer up , and feel wolfish . I 'll ring up the handsum chamber-maid , and just fall to , and chaw her right up -- I 'm savagerous . ' * ` That 's cowardly , ' sais I , ` call the footman , pick a quarrel with him and kick him down stairs , speak but one word to him , and let that be strong enough to skin the coon arter it has killed him , the noise will wake up folks _ I _ know , and then we shall have sunthin ' to eat . '