About seven o'clock
Oh , this is dreadful ! '' she exclaimed , and she walked to and fro holding her sides , balancing herself dolefully . Often Mrs. Jones stopped in her work about the range and said , looking at her , `` I know what it is , I have been through it many a time -- we all must -- it is our earthly lot . '' About seven o'clock Esther was clinging to the table , and with pain so vivid on her face that Mrs. Jones laid aside the sausages she was cooking and approached the suffering girl . `` What ! is it so bad as all that ? '' `` Oh , '' she said , `` I think I 'm dying , I can not stand up ; give me a chair , give me a chair ! ''