four o'clock
A whir , a throbbing rumble , a chorus of good-bys , and they were off , with one long shriek of the siren under Jimmy 's mischievous fingers . In after days Pollyanna often went back in her thoughts to that first night in camp . The experience was so new and so wonderful in so many ways . It was four o'clock when their forty-mile automobile journey came to an end . Since half-past three their big car had been ponderously picking its way over an old logging-road not designed for six-cylinder automobiles . For the car itself , and for the hand at the wheel , this part of the trip was a most wearing one ; but for the merry passengers , who had no responsibility concerning hidden holes and muddy curves , it was nothing but a delight growing more poignant with every new vista through the green arches , and with every echoing laugh that dodged the low-hanging branches . The site for the camp was one known to John Pendleton years before , and he greeted it now with a satisfied delight that was not unmingled with relief .