five o'clock
`` Or Blue Bonnet is , '' she said quickly . `` Perhaps that is it , Aunt Lucinda . Anyway he 's more interesting . '' * * * * * It was five o'clock on the Friday afternoon that Blue Bonnet and Carita had left for Woodford , that Joy Cross entered the room which she and Blue Bonnet occupied jointly . She glanced about , a look closely akin to joy lighting her plain features . Joy Cross was a recluse by nature , and the thought of having the room solely to herself for three days gave her infinite pleasure . She laid an armful of books on the table by the window , then drew up a comfortable chair and sat for awhile looking out into the gathering twilight .