twelve o'clock
`` All right , '' Mrs. Ford decided . `` Perhaps it will be just as well , for we shall have to put on all speed in order to reach Bluff Point before night . '' So Betty raced back to her machine and in a moment more they were off again , fairly eating up the miles . As the roads grew dryer and dryer beneath the scorching heat of the sun they made even better time until a little past twelve o'clock they entered the little village of Hill Crest . The place boasted nothing so magnificent as a hotel , but they managed to find a little bake shop where the rosy-cheeked country woman who worked there made them up some delicious sandwiches , supplied them with tempting rolls and cake , and , wonder of wonders , set upon the table a pitcher of fresh milk . When they had finished this rural but eminently satisfying repast , they hurried over to the one big general store to buy a few supplies that they would need that night . It was necessary to lay in only a limited amount , as Grace 's aunt Mary had thoughtfully left her cottage well stocked and had informed them that eggs , chickens and vegetables of all kinds could be had fresh from the farmers round about .