five o'clock
It was a titbit . I suppose it still exists in pigs ; but London folk are so ignorant . Grandfather Iden ate pig in every shape and form , that is , he mumbled the juice out of it , and never complained of indigestion . He was up at five o'clock every morning of his life , pottering about the great oven with his baker 's man . In summer if it was fine he went out at six for a walk in the Pines -- the promenade of Woolhorton . `` If you wants to get well , '' old Dr. Butler used to say , `` you go for a walk in the marning afore the aair have been braathed auver . '' Before the air has been breathed over -- inspired and re-inspired by human crowds , while it retains the sweetness of the morning , like water fresh from the spring ; that was when it possessed its value , according to bluff , gruff , rule-of-thumb old Butler .