three o'clock
For a moment she looked down at the table , and the colour flooded her face , then she looked him straight in the eyes and smiled . `` Well ! Perhaps it will all work out right , Peter , '' she said , with the childish , questioning look that so wrung his heart . She immediately gathered her possessions together to go , but when they stepped into sunshiny Geary Street it was three o'clock , and Peter suggested that they walk down to the boat . To them both the hour was memorable , and the street and park and the tops of tall buildings , flooded with the sunlight of a summer afternoon , were Paradise . Cherry only knew that she felt strangely thrilled and yet at peace ; Peter 's heart was bursting with love of the world , love of this romantic city , with its flower market blazing in the sun , and with the ferry clock tower standing high above the vista of Market Street . He seemed floating rather than walking , and when , at crossings , he could help Cherry for a few steps , felicity swelled in his soul almost like pain .