About ten o'clock
All her thought was to get there as soon as possible . One thing , she knew the way , for the flower-show was held in her grounds every year , and Dorothy had always been driven there . It was a nearly straight road . * * * * * About ten o'clock that morning a gentleman was driving along the high-road when he suddenly pulled up his horse and threw the reins to the groom . It had been quite cool when Dorothy started , but now it was very hot , and there seemed no air at all . A little girl in a white frock was lying by the roadside . He stooped over her and felt her pulse , and Dorothy opened large , startled blue eyes .