eight o'clock
`` You 'd better talk about poor devils , '' growled the milkman , Tappan . `` You 'd better talk . Huh ! here you be , do n't hev to git to work till eight o'clock , an ' quittin ' at eight nights , and fifteen hundred a year . You 'd better talk , Mr. Ray . If you was a man gittin ' up at three of a winter 's mornin ' , and settin ' out with a milk-route at four , an ' makin ' ` bout half a penny a quart , an ' cussed at that 'cause it ai n't all cream -- if you was as dead tired as I be this minute you might talk . '' `` Well , I 'm willing to allow that I am not as hard pushed as you are , '' said the postmaster , with magnanimous humility .