nine
o'clock
`` Well , now , I want to tell you the way it ` pears to me . You 'll hear the neighbors ' side , an ' arter I 'm gone , they 'll tell you I was under-witted or bold . They 've been proper good to me sence I 've been sick , but law ! what do they know about it , goin ' to bed at nine o'clock , an ' gittin ' up to feed the chickens an ' ride to meetin ' with their husbands ? No more 'n the dead ! An ' so I want to tell ye my story , myself . Now , do n't you mind my coughing dear !