ten minutes past three
This set her to running again , so that she fairly flopped with a little collapse on a station bench . A train was just pulling out . There was another at two-twenty . It was ten minutes past three when she burst into the outer offices of the Acme Publishing Company , her lips trembling with a prepared apology she had hardly the breath for . An office boy brought her out an immediate message . Her place had been filled at five minutes past three . All the way down Second Avenue she was inclined somehow to laugh .