seven o'clock
Abbie 's clear laugh rang out merrily at this . `` My dear mother , do n't , I beg of you , insult the sun in that manner ! Ester , fancy gas-light at seven o'clock on an August morning ! '' `` Do you get down stairs at seven o'clock ? '' was Ester 's only reply . `` Yes , at six , or , at most , half-past . You see , if I am to make father as comfortable at home as he would be at a restaurant , I must flutter around a little . ''