seven o'clock
`` I suppose there 's really not another thing we can do , '' said Celia . `` Absolutely nothing more , that I can see , '' agreed Mrs. Birch , taking up her wraps from the chair on which they lay . `` You can run over and light up at the last minute . Really , how long it seems yet to seven o'clock ! '' `` Does n't it ? And how good it will be to get the dear girl back ! Well , the first month has gone by , mother dear .