twenty minutes to three
She went about her far-from-arduous commissions in leisurely fashion , now and then glancing at her châtelaine watch to make sure of the time . Three o'clock saw the daily procession of girls down the high school steps , and released from classes for the day . She did not intend to miss them . It was twenty minutes to three when Marjorie finished a remarkable concoction of nuts , chocolate syrup and ice cream , a kind of glorified nut sundae , rejoicing in the name of `` Sargent Nectar , '' and left the smart little confectioner 's shop . As she neared the school building her eyes suddenly became riveted upon a slim , blue-clad figure that hesitated for on instant at the top of the high steps then ran lightly down and came hurrying toward where she stood . `` The advance guard , '' declared Marjorie half aloud . Then , as her eyes sought the approaching girl : `` Why , she looks like Mary !