seven o'clock
-- could take the General 's room , and be queen of the ship -- queen of the Queen -- queen of queens -- by Jupiter ! and here 's her health with all honor ! A soldier , of course , could be no less gallant than a sailor , especially as the captain 's room was a bit better than the `` Boudoir , '' and had an ice chest and contents that the veteran campaigner was bidden to consider his own . The agreement was clinched that very night before the party broke up ; and little Mrs. Frank shed tears of gratitude upon the General 's coat sleeve and threw kiss after kiss to the handsome sailor as she hung over the balusters of the broad veranda and waved them away in their swift-running cabs , and then danced off to her room and threw herself on the bed after a mad pirouette about the spacious apartment , and laughed and laughed until real tears trickled from her eyes , and then gave orders to be called at seven o'clock . She meant to be up and aboard that ship with all her luggage before sense and repentance could come with the morning sun -- before either soldier or sailor could change his mind . To the amaze of the women already aboard , to the grave annoyance of Colonel Armstrong , to the joy of poor Billy Gray , and the mischievous merriment of several youngsters on the commissioned list , Mrs. Frank Garrison , the latest arrival , became sole occupant of the finest room on the ship ; and it was a bower of lilies and tropical fruit and flowers the breezy day she sailed away from the bay of Honolulu . No time need be wasted in telling the effect of this `` assignment to quarters . ''