about nine
o'clock
`` No , my child , I only trust that my poor efforts may be blessed as yours have been , '' and the clergyman went into the Hospital , leading Mary by the hand . It was an hour before he left the building , and when he turned to shake hands with the little girl , you could see by the expression of his face that it had been an important and heart-rending hour to them all ; over and over again did that good man 's feet tread those worn stairs , and each time his face looked more thankful than it had done before . One evening he remained much longer than usual . Little Mary had been in the garret since morning , and here , about nine o'clock , the physician was called for the fourth time that day . He was absent but a few minutes . `` You had better go up , '' he said to the matron , who met him in the hall , `` that poor woman is gone . '' Mary Fuller turned her head as the matron came into that dimly-lighted garret .