four o'clock
But there was something very sweet and fine about Polly . They were plain clothes she wore , but nobody save herself and mother gave them any thought . Who , seeing her big , laughing eyes , her finely modelled face , with cheeks pink and dimpled , her shapely , white teeth , her mass of dark hair , crowning a form tall and straight as an arrow , could see anything but the merry-hearted Polly ? `` Miss Vaughn , you will please remain a few moments after school , '' said the teacher one day near four o'clock . Twice she had been caught whispering that day , with the young girl who sat behind her . Trove had looked down , stroking his little mustache thoughtfully , and made no remark . The girl had gone to work , then , her cheeks red with embarrassment .