10:30
Tim always brought home the worn outside paper of his bundle , or else one that some customer had glanced through and thrown away , for his mother to read . She was deeply interested in the progress of the World War . After ten hours over the washtub , she would change her sud-soaked dress , get the boys their supper , clean and dry the dishes , scrub the two little chaps and put them to bed ; then , after eight o'clock , sit down at the window where the street light shone in and read about those `` devilish Huns , '' her moist , strong face , to which clung her brown hair , stringy from sweat , working and changing expression with feelings of sympathy and patriotism . After she had read all about the war and the Red Cross , but nothing else , she got out a ball of gray yarn and needles and knitted till 10:30 . She had promised to knit two pairs of socks a week for the Limerick Red Cross Unit . Then after her prayers , which were wholly intercessory , for her boys and their daily bread and the motherless boys in Flanders , her day 's work was done . She went to the big bed by the window and kissed her three boys , then to her cot in the corner and slept the sound sleep of the faithful and the true .