five o'clock
Already the noon whistles were blowing , and she recognized , above the rest , the shrill voice of Clarke 's Bottle Factory . How she used to listen for that whistle , especially on Saturdays . Why , _ this _ was Saturday ! In the exciting rush of events she had forgotten completely that Dan would be waiting for her at five o'clock at the foot of Cemetery Street . Never once in the months she had been at Miss Bobinet 's had he failed to be there on Saturday afternoon . If only she could send him some word , make some excuse ! But it was not easy to deceive Dan , and she knew he would never rest until he got at the truth of the matter .