seven o'clock
When you 're ready to promise never to call me Rectus again , just wag your big toe , either one . '' I stiffened my toes , as if my feet were cast in brass . Rectus moved his chair a little around , so that he could keep an eye on my toes . Then he looked at his watch , and said : `` It 's seven o'clock now , and that 's an hour from breakfast time . I do n't want to keep you there any longer than I can help . You 'd better wag your toe now , and be done with it . It 's no use to wait . ''