twelve o’clock
`` Benger 's Food , ma'am . '' She wanted it to be always Benger 's Food at bedtime . She lived by habit , by the punctual fulfillment of her expectation . She loved the doctor 's visits at twelve o'clock , his air of brooding absorption in her case , his consultations with Maggie , the seriousness and sanctity he attached to the humblest details of her existence . Above all she loved the comfort and protection of Maggie , the sight of Maggie 's broad , tender face as it bent over her , the feeling of Maggie 's strong arms as they supported her , the hovering pressure of the firm , broad body in the clean white apron and the cap . Her eyes rested on it with affection ; she found shelter in Maggie as she had found it in her mother . One day she said , `` Why did you come to me , Maggie ?