one o'clock in the morning
What would become of her boy ? She was afraid to think ; thinking did no good . She must not think , but must just work on , washing the bedclothes until she could wash no longer . Wash , wash , all the week long ; and it was only by working on till one o'clock in the morning that she sometimes managed to get the Sabbath free from washing . Never , not even in the house in Chelsea , had she had such hard work , and she was not as strong now as she was then . But her courage did not give way until one Sunday Jack came to tell her that the people who employed him had sold their business . Then a strange weakness came over her .