five o'clock
Margie had kept up a sort of desultory correspondence with her , and in every letter that the old lady wrote she had urged Margie to visit her in her country home . It had never been convenient to do so , but now the place was suggested to her at once , and to Lightfield she decided to go . She consulted her watch . It was five o'clock ; the train for the North , the first express , left at half-past six . There would be time . She would leave all her business affairs in the hands of Mr. Farley , her legal adviser and general manager ; and as to the house , the maiden aunt who resided with her could keep up the establishment until her return , if she ever did return . She packed a few of her plainest dresses and some other indispensables , in a trunk , arrayed herself in a dark traveling suit , and rang for Florine .