two o'clock in the morning
How many there are of him ! And how much he misses ! He misses , in fact , everything . At two o'clock in the morning a telegraph operator approached the copy desk and handed Cleggett a sheet of yellow paper , with the remark : `` Cleggett -- personal wire . '' It was a night letter , and glancing at the signature Cleggett saw that it was from his brother who lived in Boston . It ran : Uncle Tom died yesterday . Do n't faint now .