seven o'clock
Floss yawned elaborately , stretched her slim arms high above her head ; then , with a desperate effort , flung back the bed-clothes , swung her legs over the side of the bed and slipped her toes into the shabby , pomponed slippers that lay on the floor . `` I say , did you have a g -- '' `` Oh Lord , I do n't know ! I guess so , '' snapped Floss . Temperamentally , Floss was not at her best at seven o'clock on Monday morning . Rose did not pursue the subject . She tried another tack . `` It 's as mild as summer out .