seven in the morning
`` Why , warden , I never was in Springfield in my life ! '' `` Take him back , Cronin ! '' said the warden , `` and fix him up with outgoing clothes . Unlock him at seven in the morning , and let him come to the bull-pen . Better think over my advice , Valentine . '' At a quarter past seven on the next morning Jimmy stood in the warden 's outer office . He had on a suit of the villainously fitting , ready-made clothes and a pair of the stiff , squeaky shoes that the state furnishes to its discharged compulsory guests .