four o'clock
Blamed if a peart youngster did n't yell , ` Hi , there , sausage , ' as I come in town . Now , I 'm blowed if I know what this is . Yes , sir , it 's a pair of socks , knit under the light of a tallow candle without the drappin ' of a stitch . Oh , it ai n't no laughin ' matter , boys ; there ai n't no fun in gettin ' up at four o'clock of a mornin ' to be stuffed , I tell you . Well , I reckon I 'm reasonably empty now . '' He leaned back and looked at his cargo , arrayed upon the table . `` I 'll hire a wagon and have these things taken over to the house , '' said Lyman .