That means, the time's up." Ford Foster's city training had not taught him as much as that, but he was glad to know it.
Mrs.Myers once more urged upon them the necessity of making haste.
"It won't do to be late," she said.

"I never allow myself to be a minute behind time." The last clause sounded a very, very little impatient; but Ford once more politely expressed his sorrow, and abstained from putting on his coat.

At that moment, too, Dick Lee came tiptoeing in from his cheerless garret, and looking astonishingly spruce.

The "shine" on his shoes was a brilliancy to be remembered; and so was the shine on his face, and the sunset glow of his necktie.
"Sh! Dick," said Dab.

"Hold still a minute.