eight o'clock
Rheumatics do n't give anybody any call to do any such a thing as that . He ought to have his nose twisted , and it 's me , a good church member , as says so . '' The lad picked up his axe and resumed his occupation , while Mrs. Cahill turned up a chunk of wood and sat down on it , keeping up a running fire of comment , mostly directed at Abner Adams , and which must have made his ears burn . Shortly after eight o'clock Phil gathered his books , strapped them and announced that he would be off for school . `` I 'll finish the woodpile after school , '' he called back , as he was leaving the gate . `` You 'll do nothing of the sort , '' retorted the Widow Cahill . Darting out of the yard , Phil ran plump into someone , and halted sharply with an earnest apology .