the hour of twelve
Of course she might have expected it . Nothing would be right until she had chased away the black clouds of misunderstanding that hung over them . Still , it grieved her to think that Mary had not trusted her enough to weigh her loyalty against the gossip of a stranger . The hands of the study hall clock , pointing the hour of twelve , brought relief to the worried sophomore . The instant the closing bell rang she made for the locker room . It would be better to wait for Mary there , rather than in the corridor . If Mary 's mood had not changed , she preferred not to run the risk of a possible rebuff in so prominent a place .