seven o'clock
`` No , Jeff . I wo n't mind . '' Long the lovers sat under the great tree . The seven o'clock trolley whistled for the next to the last stop , but Jeff and Judith did not hear it . Fortunately for the hungry men , Uncle Billy had seen from afar the young people seeking the shade of the beech grove and when Judith did not return to the house he had astutely reasoned that matters of import were detaining her . `` Here , Mandy , give me that there basket er victuals an ' I 'll make tracks fer the platform . Miss Judy an ' Marse Jeff air a co ` tin ' an ' when folks air a co ` tin ' time ai n't mo 'n the win ' blowin ' . ''