five minutes to nine
`` I 'll see you in school on Monday , '' Marjorie had called over her shoulder , as she and Mary had taken their departure from Constance 's home that afternoon . But now Monday had come and there was no sign of the girl Marjorie held so dear in the study hall . `` Connie had better hurry . It 's five minutes to nine . She 'll be late . '' Marjorie 's gaze traveled anxiously toward the door . An unmistakable frown puckered Mary 's brows , but Marjorie did not see it .