ten o'clock
He was a hard-workin ' man , was Throp , but I reckon all his wark were nobbut laikin ' anent what his wife could do . You see , her mother had gien her a spinnin ' - wheel when shoo were wed , and eh ! but shoo were a gooid ` un to spin . Shoo 'd get t ' house sided up by ten o'clock , an ' then shoo 'd set hersen down to t ' wheel . Throp would sam up all t ' bits o ' fallen wool that he could find , an ' Throp 's wife would wesh 'em an ' card 'em an ' spin 'em into yarn , an ' then shoo 'd knit t ' yarn into stockin 's an ' sell 'em at Keighley an ' Colne . Shoo were that thrang shee 'd sooin getten shut o ' all t ' wool that Throp could get howd on , an ' then shoo axed t ' farmers to let t ' barns out o ' t ' village go round t ' moors an ' bring her t ' wool that had getten scratted off t ' yowes ' backs for ten mile around . Shoo were a patteren wife , and sooin fowks began to say to one another : ` I 've bin reight thrang to-day ; I 've bin well-nigh as thrang as Throp 's wife . '