eight o'clock
`` You are the lady doctor , '' he said to Florence . `` How shall we go about doing this jolly conglomeration of fairy tales , incorporated ? '' `` We will begin there , '' said the Princess , pointing to a fun pagoda on the edge of the sea , `` and we will take them all in , one by one . '' They caught the eight o'clock returning boat and sat , filled with pleasant fatigue , against the rail in the bow , listening to the Italians ' fiddle and harp . Blinker had thrown off all care . The North Woods seemed to him an uninhabitable wilderness . What a fuss he had made over signing his name -- pooh !