a few minutes after two o'clock
She must pass for a distant relative , left suddenly destitute . '' `` She would probably be the last to wish the truth known . But you have taken a weight off my mind , Molly dear , and I am deeply grateful to you . '' The next day Betty left the train a few minutes after two o'clock and walked up the winding street of a small village to the parsonage . She passed a number of cottages picturesquely dilapidated , a store in which a half-dozen men were smoking , and about thirty lounging negroes . On rising ground was a large house , but the village looked forlorn , neglected , almost lifeless . The men in the store came out and stared at her ; so did the women from the cottages .