seven o'clock
* * * * * He must have walked almost all the long way home , through miles and miles of city streets . He must have lost his way , too , for when he looked up at a corner street sign it was an unfamiliar one . So he floundered about , asked his way , was misdirected . He took the right street car at last and got off at his own corner at seven o'clock , or later . He was in for a scolding , he knew . But when he came to his own doorway he knew that even his tardiness could not justify the bedlam of sound that came from within . High-pitched voices .