six o'clock
Henrietta could imagine nothing in the world for which she would get up at six o'clock . Then her thoughts went like lightning to the morning when the telegram had come telling of little Madeline 's death . The wound she had thought healed burst out afresh ; for a few seconds she felt as if she could hardly breathe . Get up at six o'clock , of course she would have forfeited her sleep with joy , night after night . In the midst of envy , she felt something like contempt for Miss Arundel as a child running after shadows . On her way home , she compared her past with Miss Arundel 's . Miss Arundel could look back on busy , successful , happy years .