eleven o'clock
We were not in class , and I staid in my room all day trying to solve the many questions that present themselves to us all , and to claim a little more understanding . Many points became very much clearer after my long meditation in the silence . In the evening I ran down to see Mrs. Dawn , who is several blocks away . We were so interested , so completely absorbed in telling our thoughts and experiences , that it was after eleven o'clock when I arose to go , and then she accompanied me home , only intending to come part way , but as we passed a little low house about half way home , the door suddenly opened and a little girl of ten or twelve years ran out sobbing , ` The baby is dying ! the baby is dying ! ' `` She was going up an outside stairway to inform a neighbor . We rushed into the house and found the frantic mother sobbing and wailing over her baby apparently in the last agonies of death . ''