ten minutes past four
She remembered , too , suddenly , for the first time , that Miss Chick had told her to come back early . She wondered -- could she catch the four-twenty train ? Stores and sidewalks were a mass of surging , thronging humanity now , and progress was slow and uncertain . When , at ten minutes past four , she had not succeeded even in reaching her car for the station , she gave up the four-twenty train . Well , there was one at five-fifteen , she comforted herself . She could surely get that . The streets were darkening fast , and lights were beginning to flash here and there , finding a brilliant response in tinsel stars and crystal pendants .