eight o'clock
She was shocked and not a little disillusioned one day , however , when Lutie , now able to sit up and chatter to her heart 's content , remarked , with a puzzled frown on her pretty brow : `` Dr. Braden must be terribly rushed with work nowadays , Anne . For the last week he has been coming here at the most unearthly hour in the morning , and dashing away like a shot just as soon as he can . Good gracious , we 're hardly awake when he gets here . Never later than eight o'clock . '' Anne 's temple came down in a heap . He was n't playing the game at all as she had expected . He was avoiding _ her _ .