Seven o'clock
`` But New York 's a big place , Marj ! '' observed Lily , rubbing her eyes , sleepily . `` So do n't get your hopes too high ! '' Seven o'clock came all too soon for Marjorie and Lily , as they opened their eyes at the sound of the rising bell . `` Do n't you wish we could stay in bed ? '' yawned Marjorie , glancing at the clock . `` We can to-morrow ; mama will let us have breakfast in bed every single morning , if we like . ''