quarter to seven
That 's the fate of most orphans . Success indeed ! Now hurry along , all of you . It 's quarter to seven . '' But right here is where the day began to differ from other days . Eric did not hurry along . He threw down his spoon and cried , `` I 'd just as soon starve in the streets , and wade in its icy puddles , too , as live here with you and your nasty boys and work in that old canning factory !