six o'clock
And whilst my name 's Smith , there 'll never be a younker to call me ` daddy , ' ef a gal was to have Jerusalem tantrums after me . You ` rn a stranger , and ai n't married folks ; but I do n't mind tellin ' ye about a golfired rumpus I got into down in Salsbury when I took to a gal that stuck out all around like a hay-stack , an ' was a screamer at choir-meetin ' and such like . Her name was Sal Green -- one of the Greenses down in Pegtown -- and the first time I took a notion to her was down to the old shingle meetin ' - house , when Sam Spooner had a buryin ' . When the parson gets out a hymn , she straightened up like a rooster at six o'clock of daybreak , and let out a string of screams that set all the babies to yelping as though big pins was goin ' clean through their insides . Geewhillikins ! how the critter did squawk and squeal , and turn up her eyes like a sick duck in a shower . I was jest fool enough to think it pooty ; and when my old man says , says he , ` Jed , you 're took all of a heap with that pooty creeter , ' I felt as ef chills an ' fever was givin ' me partikiler agony .