Eight o'clock
Each of them wanted to scream , `` What 's happening ? Why do n't you say what you 've found out ? Why do n't you tell us something ? '' Eight o'clock , nine o'clock , ten o'clock -- Molly O'Reilly could n't endure the suspense any longer . She cunningly stacked a tray with nut - bread sandwiches and a pitcher of milk and strode bravely up the stairs to Grandy 's room . `` Miss Day , darlint , '' she called through the half opened door , `` I 've the matter of a nibble of food here -- '' Felicia did not put down the knitting , she merely lifted her head . `` How sweet of you , Molly O'Reilly , come in -- this is Mr. Ralph .