ten minutes to four
The judge 's lips twitched beneath his mustache , and when Lucy rose again , he drew the rug up over his face , not wishing her to see that he had heard that little prayer . But he never forgot it . Two hours did not take long to slip away , and then the judge sat up and looked at Lucy with a comical smile . `` It is ten minutes to four , little one , and there is n't a sign of the wanderers . Suppose you and I make tea : do you think we could manage it between us ? '' `` Oh yes , sir ; I know how to build a fire , and make tea too , and there are sticks in the waggon . May I try ? ''