“Oh, Fritzie,” cried Molly, “I’m going to Miss Eleanor’s to make her a visit. Want to come?”
But Fritz had the house to look after. So Molly gave him a hug and ran along.
“Three minutes after five,” sang Molly; “three minutes after five,” over and over until she ran into Miss Eleanor’s sunny little sitting-room.
“Three minutes after five,” cried Molly; “that’s how long I can stay. Won’t that be nice?”
“Why, it’s little Molly!” cried Miss Eleanor, “I’m all alone and so glad to have company! We’ll hear the clock strike five. Then, if you put on your wraps, you’ll be all ready to start home at three minutes past.”
It seemed a very very short time to Molly before the little clock struck five.
“There, deary,” said Miss Eleanor. “Put on your things and hurry right along!”
Molly put on her hat and coat. Then she kissed Miss Eleanor and hurried down the street.
When she reached the corner, she saw that the parlor at home was all lighted. And out of it came such a hubbub of little voices all laughing and talking that Molly ran faster than ever.
At the door she met Mother.