half past seven
It is my first home-coming in four years , and I should have been lonely to-night . '' And poor Dad , who has been lonely -- oh , so lonely ! -- ever since Ninette died , shook hands with him , and said : `` If my daughter and I can keep you from feeling lonely , we shall be so glad . We are stopping at The Plaza , and we dine at half past seven . '' Then Mr. Porter found us a taxi-cab , and away we went . It was good to be in America again . I made Dad stop the car , and have the top put back , even though it was freezing cold , for I had never been in New York before -LRB- when I 'd gone to France , I had sailed from New Orleans -RRB- and I wanted to see everything .