six in the morning
She must win it . The thought of disgrace was too intolerable ; she must , she would win it . She determined to rise now and test her powers of composition . It was between five and six in the morning . She rose very softly , got into her clothes , and stole out of the dormitory . The light was just beginning to dawn , but there was not light enough to work . Florence slipped softly down to the oak parlor ; having secured a candle and a box of matches , she lit the candle and placed it on her desk , and , taking out a sheet of manuscript paper , she pressed her face on her hands , once again uttered a wild , passionate prayer , and then , dipping the pen in the ink , waited for inspiration .