four o'clock
Teddy , coughing , and with oil-saturated flannel over his chest , played with his blocks and listened to fairy-tales . Outside , a bitter cold wind swept the empty streets . Her husband ill , perhaps dying , Margar gone ; it was all unreal and unconvincing . At four o'clock the doctor came back , and at five the nurse pleasantly took possession of the sick room . She was a sensible New England woman , who cooked potatoes in an amazing way for Teddy 's supper , and taught Martie a new solitaire in the still watches of the night . Martie was anxious to make her comfortable ; she must lie down ; and she must be sure to get out into the fresh air to-morrow afternoon . But Miss Swann did not leave her case the next day , a Sunday , and Martie , awed and silent , spent the day beside the bed .