ten o'clock
These were not all , either , that she had buried that day . Her heart was as bare and empty as her walls and her home . She was too weary to try and analyze her sensations but moved about as if in a dream . At ten o'clock , when Nana was undressed , she wept , begging that she might be allowed to sleep in her grandmother 's bed . Her mother vaguely wondered that the child was not afraid and allowed her to do as she pleased . Nana was not timid by nature , and only her curiosity , not her fears , had been excited by the events of the last three days , and she curled herself up with delight in the soft , warm feather bed . The new lodging of the Coupeaus was next that of the Bijards .