Three o'clock
`` I know you -- you 're Betty Sheridan 's brother -- thanks , '' she said briskly . `` What time is it ? '' Pudge drew out his most esteemed possession , a watch which kept perfect time -- except when it refused to keep any time at all . `` Three o'clock , '' he announced . `` Then our last demonstration is under way , and when I tell my story -- '' E. Eliot interrupted herself . `` Come on -- let 's catch the trolley ! '' With Pudge panting after her , she hurried downstairs , unbolted the door , and , running lightly on the balls of her feet , sped in the direction of the street car line .