four o'clock
Then she twisted her hair into two ropes , put on a clean night-gown , and got into bed . Her body 's peace between the cool , coarse sheets seemed to thrill to her soul . She felt at home and at rest . It was funny being in bed at that time in the afternoon -- scarcely past four o'clock -- it was funny , but it was good . The sunshine was coming into the room , a spill of misty gold on the floor and furniture , and from where she lay she could see the green boundaries of the Marsh . Oh , it would be terrible when she saw that Marsh no more ... the tears rose , and she turned her face to the pillow . It was all over now -- all her ambition , all her success , all the greatness of Joanna Godden .