seven o'clock
Some joint Rosemere turns out to be , -- acres of lawn , and rows of striped awnin 's at the windows . The big iron gates was locked , with nobody in sight ; so I has plenty of time to write a note to Vee , beggin ' her for the love of soup , if Aunty has n't signed the transfer papers , not to let her do it until she hears from me . My scheme was to get one of the help to take the message to Vee before she got up . Must have been near seven o'clock when I gets hold of one of the gardeners , tips him a dollar , and drags out of him the fact that cook says how all the folks are off on the yacht , which is gen ` rally anchored off the dock . He do n't know if it 's there now or not . It was last night . I can tell by goin ' down .