seven o'clock
Ai n't that so ? '' ***** It was a bitterly cold , clear night , a few weeks later . Runners squeaked and boot-heels crunched in the road . David had passed Green 's house at seven o'clock , going to the store ; he always went by there at that time , Saturdays , and passed again , returning home , at about eight . When he reached the gate , on his return , Green was standing there , apparently waiting . `` Come into the house a minute , David , '' he said ; `` I want to see you . '' He led him into the kitchen .