ten o'clock
`` What a good time they are going to have together , '' thought Mary , watching the group as they stood on the rear platform of the last car , waving good-by . `` And what a different parting this is from that other one on the desert when he went away with such a sorry look in his eyes . '' He was facing the future eagerly this time , strong in hope and purpose , and she answered the last wave of his hat with a flap of her handkerchief , which seemed to carry with it all the loyal good wishes that shone in her beaming little face . Miles Bradford had made a hurried trip to the city that morning , to attend to a matter of business , going in on the ten o'clock trolley and coming back in time for lunch . On his return , he laid a package in Mary 's lap , and handed one to each of the other girls . Joyce 's was a pile of new July magazines to read on the train . Lloyd 's was a copy of `` Abdallah , or the Four-leaved Shamrock , '' which had led to so much discussion the morning of the wedding , when they hunted clovers for the dream-cake boxes .