seven
o'clock
There was , no doubt , all that man required to provide him with warmth and food and shelter in that forest , but it was certain that it was only by continuous and arduous toil that he could render it available . Indeed , since he could not make himself an axe or a saw or a rifle , it was also evident that his efforts would be fruitless unless backed by the toil of others who played their part in the great scheme of human co-operation . It is , however , probable that Violet did not concern herself with this aspect of the matter , but she had led a sheltered life , and it was curiously disconcerting to find herself brought suddenly face to face with primitive realities . She was wet through and worn out , and although evening was not far away , she had eaten nothing since seven o'clock that morning . The momentary petulance deserted her . `` Oh ! '' she cried , `` they may n't be able to send off for us for perhaps a day or two . ''