eleven o'clock
She 's about through . '' Such was six-eighteen . Martha Foote , luxuriating in that one delicious moment between her 6:30 awakening , and her 6:31 arising , mused on these things . She thought of how , at eleven o'clock the night before , her telephone had rung with the sharp zing ! of trouble . The voice of Irish Nellie , on night duty on the sixth floor , had sounded thick-brogued , sure sign of distress with her . `` I 'm sorry to be a-botherin ' ye , Mis ' Phut .