five minutes past
seven Monday
`` I ` spect I 'm rather short for my age , '' she said , looking down and speaking in a tone of apology . `` Why , how old are you ? '' he asked . `` Quite old , '' she replied gravely ; `` I was eight at five minutes past seven Monday fortnight back . '' `` You certainly have a vast weight of years on your head , '' he replied , looking at her gravely . She did not see the sarcasm , she was thinking of something else . Suddenly she looked him full in the face .