eight o’clock
There was the eternal porridge , and the horrible cheap coffee , and the fresh beef and jerky . I cooked , and baked , and scrubbed . I ground around the crazy hand sewing machine and made my cheap _ holokus _ . Night after night , through the endless centuries of two years more , I sat across the table from him until eight o'clock , mending his cheap socks and shoddy underwear , while he read the years ' old borrowed magazines he was too thrifty to subscribe to . And then it was bed-time -- kerosene must be economized -- and he wound his watch , entered the weather in his diary , and took off his shoes , the right shoe first , and placed them , just so , side by side , at the foot of the bed on his side . `` But there was no more of my drawing to Husband George , as had been the promise ere the Princess Lihue invited me on the progress and Uncle John loaned me the horse . You see , Sister Martha , nothing would have happened had Uncle John refused me the horse .