seven o'clock
Will you write me out a fresh one ? '' Which I , of course , did . Really it was very careless of Miss Daly . The children danced hard , with intervals for tea and refreshment ; and as seven o'clock struck , there was a transformation scene . With conscientious punctuality the party-dressed children turned , into little or big woolen bundles , as the case might be . The last bundle I saw was a pink woolen one , weeping bitterly . My heart was wrung .