seven o'clock
I thanked him again , not knowing then what it was to travel in a Pullman porter 's closet . He put me under a deeper debt of gratitude by lending me fifteen dollars , which he said I could pay back after I had secured work . His generosity brought tears to my eyes , and I concluded that , after all , there were some kind hearts in the world . I now forgot my troubles in the hurry and excitement of getting my trunk off in time to catch the train , which went out at seven o'clock . I even forgot that I had n't eaten anything since morning . We got a wagon -- the porter went with me -- and took my trunk to the express office . My new friend then told me to come to the station at about a quarter of seven and walk straight to the car where I should see him standing , and not to lose my nerve .