six o'clock
However , this state of things could not last for ever , and at dawn , one hot January day , Polly was taken ill . The early hours promised well . But the morning wore on , turned to midday , then to afternoon , and matters still hung fire . While towards six o'clock the patient dismayed them by sitting up in bed , saying she felt much better , and asking for a cup of tea . This drew : `` Ah , my pore lamb , you 've got to feel worse yet afore you 're better ! '' from Mrs. Beamish . It ended in Rogers taking up his quarters there , for the night .