7:45 p.m.
`` Indeed ! '' said Netta , with a puzzled smile ; `` and pray , what is the Flyin ' Dutchman ? '' A yell and a glare from baby interrupted the reply . At the same instant the 7:45 p.m. express flew past with a roar , which was intensified by the whistle into a shriek as it neared the station . The house trembled as usual . Netta , not unnaturally , shuddered . `` Do n't be alarmed , Miss , it 's only the express . ''