eight o'clock sharp
`` Shall you see Mr. Sands again , to-night ? '' she asked . `` No , ma'am . I 'm due to deliver an oration in the ` Sons of Freedom ' Hall , Upper Village , eight o'clock sharp , tickets twenty-five cents . Oliver directed me to say that if you would send your little daughter to Heartsease , his place , to-morrow morning he would make it his pleasure to call and arrange everything . He 's a sort of lawyer , himself . And , oh yes !