seven o'clock
`` It makes me feel a little queer , you see . Probably you would n't feel that way if you was better acquainted with a person . Fathers and mothers are kind of strangers . '' She was ready at seven o'clock , and sat , a little patient statue , watching the nursery clock . Marie , who had planned to go out and had intended setting the hands of the clock ahead a little , was unwarrantably angry with the Child for sitting there so persistently . `` Come , '' she said , impatiently ; `` I 've got your night-gown ready . This clock 's too slow . ''