seven o'clock
Swish-swish ! It had begun again . She rose , stretched herself , and went back to her place in the row . The field would be finished to-night ; she would have a lovely rest-all Sunday I Towards seven o'clock a narrow strip , not twenty yards broad , alone was left . This last half hour was what Noel dreaded . To-day it was worse , for the farmer had no cartridges left , and the rabbits were dealt with by hullabaloo and sticks and chasing dogs . Rabbits were vermin , of course , and ate the crops , and must be killed ; besides , they were good food , and fetched two shillings apiece ; all this she knew but to see the poor frightened things stealing out , pounced on , turned , shouted at , chased , rolled over by great swift dogs , fallen on by the boys and killed and carried with their limp grey bodies upside down , so dead and soft and helpless , always made her feel quite sick .