twelve o'clock
Not a breeze stirred the thick foliage of the elm trees on Main Street as Martie walked quickly down to the Bank . It was Rodney Parker who gave her her money ; the original seventeen dollars and fifty cents had swelled to almost twenty-two dollars now . Martie hardly saw the gallant youth who congratulated her upon her becoming gipsy hat ; mechanically she slipped her money into a pocket , mechanically started for the road to Pittsville . Five minutes later she boarded the half-past twelve o'clock trolley , coming in excited and exultant upon Sally who was singing quietly over a solitary luncheon . The girls laughed and cried together . `` The funny thing is , I am as free as air ! '' Martie exclaimed , her cheeks glowing from the tea and the sympathy and the warm room .