four o'clock
So , although Betsy felt like nothing so much as crooking her elbow over her face and crying as hard as she could cry , she stiffened her back , took Molly 's hand again , and stepped out , heart-sick within but very steady -LRB- although rather pale -RRB- without . She and Molly walked along in the crowd again , Molly laughing and pointing out the pranks and antics of the young people , who were feeling livelier than ever as the afternoon wore on . Betsy looked at them grimly with unseeing eyes . It was four o'clock . The last train for Hillsboro left in two hours and she was no nearer having the price of the tickets . She stopped for a moment to get her breath ; for , although they were walking slowly , she kept feeling breathless and choked . It occurred to her that if ever a little girl had had a more horrible birthday she never heard of one !