four o'clock
The rest did not matter . She would travel to the port from which the boats sailed to Kenmore . Any boat would do ; any time . Some morning , perhaps , at four o'clock , if the passage had not been too rough , she would find herself on the shabby little wharf with the pink morning light about her , and the red-rock road stretching on before . Then Priscilla , like a miser , gripped her purse . Never before had money held any power over her , but the hundreds she had saved were precious to her now . Her father 's doors were still , undoubtedly , closed to her .