eight o'clock
I done lef ' mah curlin ' irons tuh home , but maybe yo ' - all will take pity on er pooh colored gem ` man en allow him tuh comb his curly locks in front ob yo ' solitary glass . '' `` Of course , we will , Ephy , '' said Aurora -- `` especially after all that fine language . You shall have your turn -- I 'll see to that . '' It was eight o'clock when Gerald stopped the car in front of a small village inn . The community was just bestirring itself , and the inhabitants gazed long and curiously at the party . Addressing a middle-aged man who sat on the front steps of the hostelry , smoking a pipe , Gerald said : `` How about breakfast for seven ? '' `` Reckon we can accommodate you , '' was the reply , in a low drawl -- `` that is , if you ai n't too particular what you eat . ''