four o'clock in the
morning
Poor Aggie only wished she had the time . But now that her release had come , she would have time , and strength , too , for many things that she had had to leave undone . She would get nearer to her children , and to her husband , too . Even at four o'clock in the morning , Aggie had joy in spite of her mortal weariness , as she rocked the sleepless baby on the sad breast that had never suckled him . She told the baby all about it , because she could n't keep it in . `` My beauty , '' she murmured , `` he will always be my baby . He sha 'n' t have any little brothers or sisters , never any more .