half past three on Fridays
Still , she had elaborate written directions in her pocket , and hoped to find the place without difficulty . She had no sooner alighted at the station than she felt an uneasy consciousness that it was not the right one , and that she should have gone farther before leaving the railway . However , there was no certainty about it in her mind , so after asking at two houses half a mile apart , and finding that the inmates had never heard of Professor Salazar 's existence , she walked down a shady road , hoping to find another household where his name and fame had penetrated . The appointed hour for the lessons was half past three on Fridays , but it was after four , and Polly seemed to be walking farther and farther away from civilization . `` I shall have to give it up , '' she thought ; `` I will go back to the station where I got off and wait until the next train for San Francisco comes along , which will be nobody knows when . How provoking it is , and how stupid I am ! Professor Salazar will stay at home for me , and very likely Mrs. Salazar has made butter-cakes and coffee , and here am I floundering in the woods !