quarter past seven
`` Good mornin ' , Miss Beaseley , '' said Mr. Tisbett , in his pleasantest way , springing over the wheel the moment the horses stopped . `` I 've been a-waitin ' here , '' said Mrs. Beaseley , tartly , `` the longest time . I thought you never 'd come . '' '' ` Twould ` a ' been a sight easier to ` a ' waited in th ' house , '' observed Mr. Tisbett , composedly , proceeding to pack the array of boxes and bags in the coach , `` bein 's I war n't schedooled to reach here till quarter past seven . And it 's just three minutes to that time now , Marm . '' He stopped to pull out an immense silver watch , the only thing that could draw Joel 's attention from the black horses . Now he stared at it until it disappeared again in Mr. Tisbett 's waistcoat pocket .