seven o'clock
The limousine took him to the elevated station and the last car for Dubbinville was leaving in three minutes . It was a nine-minute trip . He 'd picked up an hour , coming west , and used but thirty-three minutes . It was still only seven o'clock when the huge elevated car hissed to a stop in front of the Dubbinville station . There was a smell to the place , a smell of sun-warmed grass and fruit blossoms , of lilacs and quiet rains . Doak stood on the platform , surveying the winding main street leading up into the gentle hills . People on porches and teenagers in front of the drugstore .