about three o'clock
Far from it . Up went her sleeves , and for the next two hours she worked with her four patients like a Trojan , first with the mother , and next with the children . Her next care was to separate the living from the dead . The child she wrapped up in a small sheet quite neatly , and for the father she performed the same sad task , using a coverlet , so that when about three o'clock the dead wagon came around with the coffins , both bodies were decently prepared for interment . '' ` Bout what time d'ye think I better git back fur t ` others , nurse ? '' inquired the driver of the wagon , consulting a small pass-book that he carried in his side coat pocket . Agnes was horrified to hear such a brutal question propounded to her in the coolest and most business-like manner .