ten o'clock
`` Better give her five draps of tub ` bentine an ' put her to bed , '' said Mrs. Watts as she came by . `` She 'll be fittin ' an ' good by mornin ' . '' The old man did not reply -- he only sang a low melody and smoothed her forehead . It was ten o'clock , and now she lay on the old man 's lap asleep from exhaustion . A cricket began chirping in the fireplace , under a hearth-brick . `` What 's that , Pap ? '' asked Shiloh half asleep .