six o'clock
Only too glad to escape , she hurried back to her own room , slipped out of her clothes , and was soon lost in heavy , dreamless slumber . The day had been a strenuous one , and she was very tired , so tired that she might not have been awakened promptly had she not stirred in her sleep and become dimly conscious of a flood of radiance upon her pillow . The morning sunshine was brilliant in the chamber , and standing in its circle of gold she beheld Ellen . `` It 's six o'clock , '' she announced breathlessly , `` an ' I want you should get right up . Martin Howe 's gone off to the village in his wagon , an ' I ca n't help a-thinkin ' that now he 's out of the way them sisters of his will start doin ' somethin' more with that bag . '' `` What bag ? '' yawned Lucy sleepily .