quarter past five
Norma leaped from her bed , stood with clenched hands and wild eyes , thinking , in the middle of the floor . `` It 's twenty-two minutes past ten , '' she breathed . `` Where does he leave ? '' `` Rose and I were to see him at the Grand Central at quarter past five , '' his mother began , catching the contagious excitement . `` But , darling , I do n't know where you can get him before that ! -- Here , let me do that , '' she added , for Norma had dashed into the kitchen , and was measuring coffee recklessly . A brown stream trickled to the floor .