about eight
o'clock
Fire out ? Well , never mind ! I 'll get along . '' `` I had the spasms come on so bad , '' said Miss Phrony , `` along about eight o'clock , when I give you up , my stre n'th went from me , and I could n't heave the wood to keep the fire up . I had coffee for you , but it 's cold . Would you like some ? '' `` I guess not ! ''