about
four o'clock
Do men gather grapes of thorns , or figs of thistles ? Let me relate what I saw and heard in the families of two ladies during this protracted meeting . One of these ladies was Mrs. Eldridge . I was passing in her neighborhood about four o'clock , and as I owed her a call , thought the opportunity a good one for returning it . On entering , my ears caught the blended music of a piano , and children 's happy voices . From the front parlor , through the partly opened door , a sight , beautiful to my eyes , was revealed . Mrs. Eldridge was seated at the instrument , her sweet babe asleep on one arm , while , with a single hand , she was touching the notes of a familiar air , to which four children were dancing .