seven o'clock
Then -- it may have been owing to the sudden starting of the train -- he lurched against the door , and with a sound that was mighty like a sob thrust it open and slammed it shut behind him . Mr. Holiday smiled and went back to his own bed . This time he slept soundly . At seven o'clock the porter called him , according to orders . The train was standing still . `` Merry Christmas , Mistah Holiday , sah ! '' grinned the porter .