ten o’clock at night
I have wrote down those words from William Butcher 's own mouth . W. B. delivering them fresh for the aforesaid purpose . Now , to my Model again . There it was , perfected of , on Christmas Eve , gone nigh a year , at ten o'clock at night . All the money I could spare I had laid out upon the Model ; and when times was bad , or my daughter Charlotte 's children sickly , or both , it had stood still , months at a spell . I had pulled it to pieces , and made it over again with improvements , I do n't know how often . There it stood , at last , a perfected Model as aforesaid .