eight o'clock
Barry had a rare opportunity to watch her unobserved , as she went her happy way ; the earnest happy brightness in her eyes , when some shabby little woman from Old Paloma laid a timid hand on her arm , her adoring interest in the fat babies that slumbered heavily on paternal shoulders , her ready use of names , `` Is n't this fun , Agnes ? '' -- `` You have n't lost Harry , have you , Mrs. O'Brien ? '' -- `` Do n't you and your friend want to come and have some ice-cream with us , Josie ? '' `` But we must n't waste too much time here , Barry , '' she would say now and then ; for at eight o'clock a `` grand concert program and distribution of prizes '' was scheduled to take place at the town hall , and Sidney was anxious not to miss an instant of it . `` Do n't worry , I 'll get you there ! '' Barry would answer reassuringly , amused at her eagerness . And true to his word , he stopped her at the wide doorway of the concert hall , fully five minutes before the hour , and they found themselves joining the slow stream of men and women and children that was pouring up the wide , dingy stairway .