seven o'clock
The startled young man shook his head , a look of being on his guard suddenly coming into his eyes . `` Do I look like it ? '' he asked half comically , suddenly glancing down at his muddy , greasy garments and old torn sweater . `` Well , then I want you to come to the meeting to-morrow night -- no , to-night , at seven o'clock , down at that little brick church on the next street . Everybody had to promise to bring some one who has never come before , and I did n't have anybody to ask because all the college people I know are off at a house-party ; and I ran away from it , and came home ; so I could n't very well ask them . Will you go ? '' The young man looked at the lovely girl with a smile on his lips that might easily have grown into a sneer and a curt refusal ; but somehow the clear , true look in her eyes made refusal impossible .