seven o'clock
-LSB- Illustration -RSB- IT was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day 's rest , scratched himself , yawned , and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in the tips . Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling , squealing cubs , and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived . `` Augrh ! '' said Father Wolf , `` it is time to hunt again '' ; and he was going to spring downhill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined : `` Good luck go with you , O Chief of the Wolves ; and good luck and strong white teeth go with the noble children , that they may never forget the hungry in this world . ''