about five
o'clock
Just as we were starting , an object hurtled through the air and fell at my feet , and Jean 's voice explained , `` It is Topsy , Olivia ; you may have her '' ; then , self-sacrificing but heart-broken , she buried her head in her mother 's lap . I am rather `` tear-minded , '' as our old nurse used to say , at any time , and I saw things through a mist for the first mile or two . It did n't seem nearly such a long way going to the station as coming from it , but Boggley on his bicycle was there long before me and my doolie men . We got a train to wherever we were going to about five o'clock . I had some sandwiches with me , and we got tea handed in at a station . It tasted of musty straw , and Boggley said the milk was n't safe , but the cups made up for everything . Boggley 's bore the legend _ Forget-me-not _ , and mine _ A present for a good girl _ in gilt letters .