eight o'clock
After she had eaten her ice she opened the purse and took out a one-dollar bill . `` Mr. Farrington , '' she said , with the smile that had won the Hotel Lotus , `` I want to tell you something . I 'm going to leave before breakfast in the morning , because I 've got to go back to my work . I 'm behind the hosiery counter at Casey 's Mammoth Store , and my vacation 's up at eight o'clock to-morrow . That paper-dollar is the last cent I 'll see till I draw my eight dollars salary next Saturday night . You 're a real gentleman , and you 've been good to me , and I wanted to tell you before I went . `` I 've been saving up out of my wages for a year just for this vacation .