six o'clock
See , the busy Pleiades , Sisters to the Hyades , Seven by seven Across the heaven , Light desire With their fire , Working cunningly together in a soft and tireless band , Sweetly linking All our thinking In the Net of Sympathy that brings back Fairyland . _ A Voice _ . The prophecy of the children that Bourcelles was a difficult place to get away from found its justification next morning , for Rogers slept so heavily that he nearly missed his train . It was six o'clock when he tumbled downstairs , too late for a real breakfast , and only just in time to get his luggage upon the little char that did duty for all transport in this unsophisticated village . The carpenter pulled it for him to the station . ` If I 've forgotten anything , my cousin will send it after me , ' he told Mme. Michaud , as he gulped down hot coffee on the steps . ` Or we can keep it for you , ' was the answer .