four o'clock
On a February morning five years later , Mrs. Pendleton , who was returning from her daily trip to the market , met Susan Treadwell at the corner of Old Street . `` You are coming up to welcome Jinny , are n't you , Susan ? '' she asked . `` The train gets in at four o'clock . '' `` Why , of course . I could n't sleep a wink until I 'd seen her . It has been seven years , and it seems a perfect eternity . ''