about half past ten
`` Any time you say , Betty . There 's a good train for Pineville , not too many stops , at twelve-three . How about that ? '' It was settled that he should come for her about half past ten , and Betty walked home filled with thoughts of the little home town to which she would be speeding on the morrow . `` If Uncle Dick knew the things I 've had to endure , I 'm sure he 'd say that I have n't lost my temper often , considering , '' she mused . `` Is that something sticking out of the mail box ? Why .