eight o'clock
He could imagine the kind of place it was , and he shook his head gravely over the picture . Twice in the first months of Polly 's stay at the hospital her aunt had been to visit her ; recently she had not appeared . He recollected her well , -- a tall , lean woman , with unshapely garments , and a strident voice . At eight o'clock Dr. Dudley cranked up his machine , and started away ; but he did not go in the direction of Warringford . He turned down one of the narrow streets that led to Aunt Jane 's home . Meantime , up in the ward , Polly had been following the Doctor 's directions until the children had laughed themselves happy . `` I did n't let on that I saw you scoot under the bed when the Doctor came , '' Elsie Meyer whispered to Polly , at the first chance .