seven o'clock
We made a motion , as if to go . `` God bless you , '' said Ellen ; `` come again soon , dear Mr. Mackaye . '' `` Good-bye , '' said the elder girl ; `` and good-night to you . Night and day 's all the same here -- we must have this home by seven o'clock to-morrow morning . My lady 's going to ride early , they say , whoever she may be , and we must just sit up all night . It 's often we have n't had our clothes off for a week together , from four in the morning till two the next morning sometimes -- stitch , stitch , stitch . Somebody 's wrote a song about that -- I 'll learn to sing it -- it 'll sound fitting-like up here . ''