seven o'clock
`` I should think she 'd be here about six , should n't she , father ? '' `` Yes , that 's about the old man 's time , but there 's no reckoning on him for certain . He may have to go a mile or more out of his way , just for one customer . '' Apparently that was what he had to do that day , for six came and went , and seven o'clock had struck , and darkness had fallen before the cart drew up at Cliff Cottage , and Lucy clambered stiffly down from her hard , uncomfortable seat . She was tired out and chilly , but at the sound of the wheels the cottage door was flung open , letting out a wide stream of cheerfulness , which made her heart glow and drove her weariness away . Inside , the home all was neat and cosy , the fire burned brightly , and the table was laid ready for a meal . Lucy drew a deep breath of happiness and relief .