eight o'clock
Frank made it a point to be that person as often as possible . He fretted no longer about money , a fact that pleased Bill . Then Saturday came , and things commenced to happen . First was the usual rush for the morning mail at eight o'clock . There was a letter from Mrs. Sherman , which Bill carried into the deserted library to read . He always wanted to be alone when he read his mother 's letters . They were so dear and so precious , and seemed so nearly as though she herself was speaking to him , that he hated to be in a crowd of careless , chaffing boys .