eight o'clock
Susan , looking after her , drew a long sigh . `` Worry never climbed a hill , Worry never -- There 's some times when it 's frank impertinence to tell folks not to worry , '' she muttered severely to herself , attacking the piled-up dishes before her . Daniel Burton went to work in McGuire 's grocery store the next morning , after a particularly appetizing breakfast served to him by a silent , red-eyed , but very attentive Susan . `` An ' 't was for all the world like a lamb to the slaughter-house , '' Susan moaned to the law-student lodger when she met him on the stairs at eight o'clock that morning . `` An ' if you want to see a real slaughter-house , you jest come in here , '' she beckoned him , leading the way to the studio . `` But -- but -- that is -- well -- '' stammered the young fellow , looking not a little startled as he followed her , with half-reluctant feet . In the studio Susan flourished accusing arms .