five o'clock
Her eyes were wide open , and seemed to be looking at a sunbeam which was coming towards her like a long arrow . Swallows flew past the window and flew back again , chirruping like little girls , and my ears were filled with sounds which I had never heard before . I looked up to the windows of the dormitories , hoping that somebody would hear what I had to say , but I saw nothing but the face of the big clock which seemed to be looking down into the room over the linden trees . It was five o'clock . I pulled the blanket up over Sister Désirée-des-Anges and went out and rang the bell . I rang for a long time . The notes went far , far away .