five o'clock
Mind you strain the milk the first thing to-morrow , and wring out the dishcloth when you 're through with it . Oh , dear , to think that I should have to go ! '' Mell crept to bed . She was so very tired that it seemed just one moment before Mrs. Davis was shaking her arm , and calling her to get up at once , for it was five o'clock . Slowly she unclosed her sleepy eyes . Sure enough , the night was gone . A fiery red bar in the East showed that the sun too was getting out of bed , and making ready for a hot day 's work .