seven o'clock
`` Now , boys , '' called Polly , as she took one look at her , and just stopped to drop a kiss on the yellow hair , `` you must just come downstairs this very minute . If you do n't , you ca n't have any breakfast . '' `` Coming , '' sang Joel , and presently down he tumbled , two steps at a time , pulling on his jacket as he went . `` Such a long time to stay abed , '' reproved Polly ; `` just think of it , it 's after seven o'clock , Joel Pepper , and Mamsie 's been gone half an hour ! '' `` An ' I 'm working , '' said Phronsie , twitching at the end of the thread with an important air . `` I 'm going to pick out the whole of this , I am , for Mamsie . See , Joey ! ''