a quarter to two
By half past one another Primitive Woman had been evolved by her flying fingers , Migwan and Gladys hastily constructing the tail while Sahwah made the kite proper . `` I believe I 'd have time to paint a face on her , '' said Hinpoha . She seized her brush and put in an eye with rapid strokes . The clock chimed a quarter to two and Sahwah started up nervously . `` There is n't time to do any more , Hinnpoha , '' she said . `` We 'll just have time to get there now . She 'll just have to go as she is . ''