three o'clock
I want your picture , and I know your hospital friends would like it , too . Wait a minute , and I 'll call up Fisher , and secure an appointment for this afternoon if possible . '' She disappeared in the tiny room back of the staircase , set apart for the telephone , and Polly heard her voice , as she talked over the wire . `` I have promised to have you there at three o'clock , '' she announced presently . `` That will give us a good two hours for shopping , if we do n't talk too long over our luncheon . '' `` Am I dressed all right ? '' queried Polly , anxiously ; adding , `` Who will want my picture ?