three
o’clock
Dreadful thought ; Polly might think Bob too grown up and quiet , and Bob might think her `` a silly girl . '' Lois looked forlorn when she contemplated such an outcome to this meeting . She still wore a puzzled expression as she waited on the steps a little later , watching for the first sign of the Station Carriage . At three o'clock it came in sight around the first bend of the road . When it reached the porte-cochère , her father was the first to get out and he almost smothered Lois in his big hug . Big , was the word that described Dr. Farwell , everything about him was big . His broad shoulders , his well shaped hands , his kindly deep set blue eyes , even his voice , which appeared to come from his boots as he asked : `` How is this little daughter of mine ? ''