one o'clock
If any of them girls ' beaus comes , they 'll have to take what 's left , that 's all . They ai n't s ` posed to have much appetite , nohow . No , you 're goin ' to stay if they starve , an ' they ai n't no danger o ' that . '' At one o'clock the long table was piled with boiled potatoes , cords of boiled corn on the cob , squash and pumpkin pies , hot biscuit , sweet pickles , bread and butter , and honey . Then one of the girls took down a conch-shell from a nail , and going to the door , blew a long , fine , tree blast , that showed there was no weakness of lungs in her ample chest . Then the children came out of the forest of corn , out of the creek , out of the loft of the barn , and out of the garden . `` They come to their feed f ' r all the world jest like the pigs when y ' holler ` poo-ee ! '