seven A.M.
`` Well , what if it is ! I always liked that color anyway , I 'd ruther have it blue that red as madder , '' sez he glancin ' at my most prominent feature . Sez I , `` It is the bitter cold that has turned our noses , Josiah Allen , and when is it goin ' to end ? '' `` It is going to end to-morrow mornin ' , at seven A.M. we start the fire , and then , '' sez he proudly , `` I will set down in perfect summer heat , calm and happy , and you , too . '' For I spoze my oncomplainin ' misery appealed to his latent manhood ; and it had been latent in him for some time . But he wuz driv most beyend his strength , and the cold wuz almost Klondikey , I could make allowance for him . Well , the next day passed , and the next and the next , and finally , jest four weeks and four days after he had guaranteed to have it finished , Jabez hautily announced , and Josiah proudly proclaimed , a fire could be started .