seven o'clock
Please let it come out ! It 's been chokin ' of me for days , this thankfulness inside , and I ca n't breathe good till I get it out ! '' For a little longer the short , quick gasps continued , and then she drew herself out of the strong arms which had been folding her close , and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand . `` You mean muther wo n't have to cook for two weeks , wo n't have to wash dishes -- I always wipe them -- and can sit down as long as she wants , and can sleep till seven o'clock in the mornin ' ? You mean -- You ai n't foolin ' of me are you , Miss Mary ? '' `` Of course I 'm not . You are to go to-morrow week . ''