ten minutes past seven
A rather larger child set on the doorstep of the gate lodge with a baby on her knee . `` What time is it , Cousin Frank ? '' said Priscilla . `` It 's ten minutes past seven . '' `` Susan Ann , where 's your mother ? '' The girl with the baby on her knee struggled to her feet and answered : `` She 's up at the house beyond , Miss. '' `` I just thought she must be , '' said Priscilla , `` when I saw William Thomas and the other boy playing there , and you nursing the baby . If your mother was n't up at the house you 'd all be in your beds . ''