three o'clock
I sang low , merely to sustain her . Aunt Grédel , who could never rest doing nothing , began spinning ; the hum of her wheel filled up the silences , and we all felt happy . When one song was ended , we began another . At three o'clock , Aunt Grédel served up the pancake , and as we ate it , laughing , like the happiest of beings , she would exclaim : `` Come , come ; now , you are children in reality . '' She pretended to be angry , but we could see in her eyes that she was happy from the bottom of her heart . This lasted until four o'clock , when night began to come on apace ; the darkness seemed to enter by the little windows , and , knowing that we must soon part , we sat sadly around the hearth on which the red flames were dancing . Catharine pressed my hand .