seven o'clock
asked Bea , flitting about in her white dress , with the softest color in her cheeks , a knot of blush roses in her hair , and another in her belt . `` I -- I was cool -- I mean I wanted to get cool , '' answered Kat with a stammer , and her eyes going hurriedly from one room to the other . `` What did you light up so early for ? '' `` I do n't call seven o'clock early -- there goes the gate now . '' Kat groaned , as if in deepest despair , then dashed up stairs , and cast herself into the first chair with a tragic air . `` I knew it ! I knew it !