about ten o'clock
She looked out for him every morning on the bus , but he was not there , and she was just wondering what had become of him when he turned up in the most unexpected quarter . It was the Saturday morning after the prize-giving . Saturday was a whole holiday , and therefore a blissful day , every moment of which was appreciated . Gwen was returning about ten o'clock from an errand she had been sent to do in the village , and as she opened the Parsonage gate she saw in the middle of the front walk a boyish figure that looked familiar . `` Hello ! What are you doing here ? '' she exclaimed .