one o'clock
Joseph was married to a girl he met in camp-meeting time , who had a little property -- two or three hundred dollars -- from an old great uncle that she 'd been keeping house for ; and I do n't know what other plans she may have had for spending of her means , but she laid most of it out in a husband ; for Joseph never cared any great about her that I could see , though he always treated her well enough . She was a poor ignorant sort of thing , seven years older than he was ; but she had a pleasant kind of a face , and seemed like an overgrown girl of six or eight years old . I remember just after they was married Joseph was taken down with a quinsy sore throat , -- being always subject to them , -- and mother was over in the forenoon , and she was one that was always giving right hand and left , and she told Susan Ellen -- that was his wife -- to step over in the afternoon and she would give her some blackberry preserve for him ; she had some that was nice and it was very healing . So along about half-past one o'clock , just as we had got the kitchen cleared , and mother and I had got out the big wheels to spin a few rolls , -- we always liked to spin together , and mother was always good company ; -- my brother Jonas -- that was the youngest of us -- looked out of the window , and says he : ` Here comes Joe Ashby 's wife with a six-quart pail . ' `` Mother she began to shake all over with a laugh she tried to swallow down , but I did n't know what it was all about , and in come poor Susan Ellen and lit on the edge of the first chair and set the pail down beside of her . We tried to make her feel welcome , and spoke about everything we could contrive , seein ' as it was the first time she 'd been over ; and she seemed grateful and did the best she could , and lost her strangeness with mother right away , for mother was the best hand to make folks feel to home with her that I ever come across . There ai n't many like her now , nor never was , I tell 'em .