seven o'clock
I ai n't seventy -- I 'm still a girl ! '' And , chuckling to herself , she went out of the room , followed by John 's wondering eyes . He sat quietly a moment , then went back to his book , feeling that woman 's reasoning was far beyond his ken . That night , as she and John were sitting down to their seven o'clock dinner , a frightened nurse came running in . `` Oh , Miss Doane , '' she said , `` one of the babies is very sick . He do n't seem able to breathe . '' Drusilla put down her napkin and started immediately for the nursery , where she found one of the younger babies struggling for its breath , evidently in the earlier stages of pneumonia .