three o'clock
All her nerves were taut , her senses broad awake . She was ready , she knew , for anything . The night was peaceful , thrilled by little sounds of stirring life , and the house , whatever it guessed , had forgotten all about her . Toward three o'clock she suddenly lost her sense of vitality . She was cold , and so sleepy now that the thought of bed was an ache of longing . She got up , found herself stiff and heavy-footed , lifted the child from his cradle and went into the bedroom with him . There she put him inside the sheets , and lay down beside him on the outside of the bed .