seven
        o'clock
I brought the Bible , and read her about the Temple , and the knops and the flowers , and the purple , and the gold dishes , till she was quiet again ; and then I put her to bed , poor soul ! though ' t was only six o'clock , and sat and sang `` Jerusalem the Golden '' till she dropped off to sleep . I was b ` ilin ' mad still , and besides I was afraid she 'd have a fit o ' sickness , or turn ravin ' , after the fright , so I did n't sleep much myself that night . Towards mornin ' , however , I dropped off , and must have slept sound ; for when I woke it was seven o'clock , the sun was up high , the door was swingin ' open , and the Queen o ' Sheba was gone . Do n't ask me , little Dolly , how I felt , when I found that poor creature was nowhere on the place . I knew where to go , though . Something told me , plain as words ; and Bluff and I , we made a bee-line for the Rollin ' Dam woods .