seven o'clock
I keep cryin ' when I wan na laugh . I never was so happy , Blutch , I never was . '' `` My little kitty-puss ! '' * * * * * At seven o'clock came Mr. Joe Kirby , dark , corpulent , and black of cigar . `` Come right in , Joe ! I 'm here and waitin ' for you . '' `` Ai n't the missis in on this killin ' ? ''