about eight
o'clock
I went out and said : `` Is he better , grandpa ? '' But he did n't answer for quite a spell . Then he said -- `` The little feller 's gone '' and walked away . So one night when he 'd been sick about two weeks , it was about eight o'clock , and all of a sudden Little Billie 's eyes opened big . There had been a lot of runnin ' around that day ; pa was cryin ' and the doctor was there all day . As I said , Little Billie opened his eyes big , and ma was settin ' right by the bed and pa was standin ' there , and Myrtle and me was standin ' at the door lookin ' in , for they would n't let us in the room . Then all of a sudden Little Billie said , `` Sing somethin' , ma , '' and she began to sing `` Flee as a Bird to its Mountain , '' without her voice breakin ' or anything ; but she 'd only sang a little when she broke into a great cry and pa cried , for Little Billie had died -- just in a second , it seemed .