seven o'clock
In spite of an amused and impatient conductor , the last-named girl turned back for a last hug . Her hat was askew , her brown hair disheveled , and her brown eyes full of tears , which were coursing freely down her cheeks . `` Oh , Virginia , '' she cried , `` you 're the biggest peach I ever knew ! Remember , you 're going to think of me every night at seven o'clock . It 'll be nine for me in Boston , but I 'll not forget . And it 's only three weeks before I see you again . That 's a comfort ! ''