three minutes past four
After a very few moments , waiting in her trap , the smart young woman became impatient . A severe , little pucker settled upon her brow , and not once , but many times her eyes turned to the broad entrance across the sidewalk . She had telephoned to her father earlier in the afternoon ; and he had promised faithfully to be ready at four o'clock for a spin up the drive behind Spartan . At three minutes past four the pucker made its first appearance ; and now , several minutes later , it was quite distressing . Never before had he kept her waiting like this . She was conscious of the fact that at least a hundred men had stared at her in the longest ten minutes she had ever known . From the bottom of a very hot heart she was beginning to resent this scrutiny , when a tall young fellow swung around a near-by corner , and came up with a smile so full of delight , that the dainty pucker left her brow , as the shadow flees from the sunshine .