three o'clock
To splash about with hose and broom , tip over the littered drinking trough , wash cobwebs from the windows with a well-directed stream of water ; in these things Martie found some inexplicable satisfaction . She went upstairs after luncheon to get into old clothes , came down half an hour later with her best hat on , walked straight out of the gate and down town . Wallace was waiting , elated at her punctuality . Martie explaining her fear that some one might report their meeting to her father , they waited openly at Masset 's corner , boarded the half-past three o'clock trolley , and went to Pittsville . Pittsville was two miles away , but this adventure had all the charm of foreign travel to Martie . Every house interested her , the main street of the little town might have been Broadway in New York . The people looked different , she said .