seven in the morning
That 's all . Now , let me get back to my slave tasks , Paul . '' `` And night coming on , '' murmured Paul , as he looked out of the door to where people were assisting the crippled Mr. Boggs across the square in the direction of his nearby home , where his wife was no doubt waiting eagerly for some news of the missing darling . Si Growdy shot out of the door , and headed in the direction of the store where he gave his valuable services daily from seven in the morning until late in the evening , for a miserable pittance . Paul walked thoughtfully out of the post-office . He was tired from his exertions of the afternoon ; but all that was immediately forgotten when he mentally pictured the weeping mother in that little cottage where the honeysuckle climbed above the door . Then he thought of the terror of the little fellow , wandering about in the great woods with night coming down , and all sorts of strange noises arising to chill his blood .