six
o'clock
That fact in itself rises her status in the family . This Monday morning she opened her eyes with what might be called a start if Rose were any other sort of heroine . Something had happened , or was happening . It was n't the six o'clock steam hissing in the radiator . She was accustomed to that . The rattle of the L trains , and the milkman 's artillery disturbed her as little as does the chirping of the birds the farmer 's daughter . A sensation new , yet familiar ; delicious , yet painful , held her .