three o'clock
He took the child from her and felt it very heavy . The mother came to him gently and put her head on his rough coat . ' O William , ' she cried , ` he 's dead ; my little Willie 's dead and cold . It was at three o'clock the breath went out of him , and no one ever came since . ' He looked at the child then and saw that he was indeed dead . He put her back gently in her chair , and laid the child 's little body on the bright patchwork quilt of the bed . He remembered that quilt : it was part of Mary 's bridal gear .