about four o'clock
Sunday proved to me any thing but a day of rest . After washing and dressing the children , preparing breakfast , clearing away the table , making the beds , and putting the house to order , I set about getting dinner . This meal furnished and eaten , and the dishes washed and put away , I found myself not only completely tired out , but suffering from a most dreadful headache . I was lying down , about four o'clock , in a half-waking and sleeping state , with my head a little easier , when my husband , who was sitting by the window , exclaimed : `` If there is n't Mr. and Mrs. Peters and their three children , getting out of the stage ! '' `` Not coming here ! '' said I , starting up in bed , while , at the same moment , my headache returned with a throbbing intensity that almost blinded me . `` Yes , coming here , '' replied Mr. Smith .