a quarter
to eight
Round and about and in and out among the booths and swings and merry-go-rounds we hastened , whistling , calling and inquiring in vain . Nobby was lost . * * * * * We had intended to be home in time for tea . As it was , we got back to White Ladies , pale and dejected , at a quarter to eight . As she rose to get out of the car , Adèle gave a cry and felt frantically about her neck and throat . `` What 's the matter ? '' I cried .