Seven o'clock
Where were you ? I do n't believe I 've seen you at breakfast since I 've been here . '' The old man 's shoulders heaved in his toothless laugh . `` Seven o'clock , '' he said scornfully . `` Yew look through a knot-hole in your floor any mornin ' when it 's handy to four o'clock and yew 'll see my breakfast doin 's . '' Sylvia opened her eyes , genuinely bewildered . `` But why do you want to get up in the night ? ''