three
o'clock
Connie drew a rug about her and laughed at the wind that cut her face . It was glorious , -- but -- she glanced at the speedometer . She had come a long way . She would just run on to the next village and have some luncheon , -- mercy , it was three o'clock . Well , as soon as she had something to eat , she would hurry home and perhaps if Prince showed himself properly penitent she would not go right straight to bed . She pressed down on the accelerator and the car sped forward . Presently she looked around , sniffing the air suspiciously .