about
seven o'clock
A small , freckled and grinning boy known as `` Maggie 's Tim '' came breathless from the grocery with a great bottle of fancy pickles ; Billy brought up beer from the cellar ; Clem Cudahy cut a thick slice of butter from a two-pound square , and helped it into the serving-dish with a pudgy thumb . A large fruit pie and soda crackers were put on the table with the main course , when they sat down , hungry and talkative . `` Well , what do you think of the Ironworks Row ? '' asked Billy , at about seven o'clock , when the other men had gone off to the conference , and Susan was helping Mrs. Cudahy in the kitchen . `` Oh , I like it ! '' Susan assured him , enthusiastically . `` Only , '' she added in a lowered tone , with a glance toward Mrs. Cudahy , who was out in the yard talking to Lizzie , `` only I prefer the Rassette establishment to any I 've seen ! ''