five-fifty-two

Updated: May 2, 2025

Then in the morning you can take the seven-forty-five for Washington and get there at five-fifty-two if it isn't late. How's that?" "But your sister!" stammered Betty. "She doesn't know me. What will she say?" "She'll say you have eyes just like Juliet, the little sister who died when she was about your age," declared Dan Gowdy gently. "Don't you fret, Sister, she'll be glad to have you.

Alice B. Emerson - Betty Gordon in Washington