Three minutes to ten
Take a lantern . Run , Biddy , run -- '' for the girl stood motionless -- `` every minute is of consequence . '' But Biddy did not stir ; she only gave one miserable despairing glance at the clock . Three minutes to ten ! _ It _ would be crossing the Kennet just as she got there . `` Biddy , Biddy , '' cried her mistress , `` why do n't you go ? '' Poor Biddy !