eight o'clock
Then they insisted upon her dining at their own table , and tried to make her meal a social and pleasant one . O , these were white days for poor Jane . Could I not tell when she was going to work in this family by the way she threw me over her shoulders ? Did I not feel her gentle heart beating with unwonted warmth as she came home from this family before eight o'clock , accompanied by the truly good man of the house or some trusty person ? When she hung me up in her small bed room , did I not notice her grateful , happy smile ? She felt that she was recognized by these good people as a sister and friend , and that the words which we hear at church and read in the Bible , `` All men are brethren , '' were not mere words with them . These evenings she would make her small fire , and sometimes indulge herself in reading a little while ; she would go to bed early , and did not look so pale in the morning .