four o'clock
It is too bad ! Any sensible person would feel sorry for me . '' With such specious reasoning she satisfied her conscience , and the afternoon wore away in gathering gloom and fierce scuds of rain . It was nearly dark at four o'clock , and she rose and brought a small round table to the hearth and began to put on it the tea-cups and the bread and butter . As she did so Joan entered the room . Her arms were full of clean clothing , but glancing at the table she threw them above her head , and regardless of the scattered garments cried out : `` Denas ! Look to the loaf !