eight o'clock
Fanny went back to her book then . But Molly Brandeis sat a moment , eyeing her queer little daughter thoughtfully . Then she sighed , and laid out her cards for solitaire . By eight o'clock she was usually so sleepy that she would fall , dead-tired , asleep on the worn leather couch in the sitting-room . She must have been fearfully exhausted , mind and body . The house would be very quiet , except for Mattie , perhaps , moving about in the kitchen or in her corner room upstairs . Sometimes the weary woman on the couch would start suddenly from her sleep and cry out , choked and gasping , `` No !