ten o'clock
How Helen longed to put on her riding clothes and get astride a lively mount and gallop up the park-way ! But she feared that , in doing so , she might betray to her uncle or the girls the fact that she was not the `` pauper cowgirl '' they thought her to be . She found a seat overlooking the path , at last , and rested for a while ; but her mind was not upon the riders . Before ten o'clock she had walked back south , found the entrance to the park opposite Sixth Avenue , and sat down upon the bench specified by the old butler . At the stroke of the hour the old man appeared . `` You could not have walked all this way , Lawdor ? '' said the girl , smiling upon him .