seven o'clock
`` You want me ? I 'm right here . '' But no one answered , and she settled again to sleep . It was seven o'clock when she opened her eyes to find the kitchen flooded with light . It was a brilliant day , but she was stiff and cold . After she had started her fire , she went into the bedroom to comb her hair , and glanced into the little blurred mirror she sometimes found her only company . The window was wide , the fresh May air blowing in , and there under the window on the floor was her silver tea-set .