seven o'clock
I walked round it . Nothing . I glanced up and down the road , but there was no one in sight . I had been feeling hungry , for it was seven o'clock ; but this was better than breakfast , and I returned to the bank . The little red curtains fluttered , as a passing breeze caught them , and I marked how bright and new they looked . It was certainly in good condition -- this booth . `` Well ? ''