The seven o'clock morning
I 've got to go home all alone . I wish you 'd come and tell the tale for _ me _ , Miss Sylvie . I should n't be half so afraid ! '' The seven o'clock morning train was starting from Dorbury Upper Village . Early business men , mechanics , clerks , shop-girls , sewing-girls , office-boys , -- these made up the list of passengers . Except , perhaps , some travellers now and then , bound for a first express from Boston , or an excursion party to take a harbor steamer for a day 's trip to Nantasket or Nahant . Did you ever contrast one of these trains -- when perhaps you were such traveller or excursionist -- with the after , leisurely , comfortable one at ten or eleven ; when gentlemen who only need to be in the city through banking hours , and ladies bent on calls or elegant shopping , come chatting and rustling to their seats , and hold a little drawing-room exchange in the twenty-five minutes ' trip ?