five o'clock
She would not leave the room . She turned the gas-light down to a tiny bead . She slipped off her own frock , put on her mother 's heavy dressing-gown , lay down quietly by her side without rousing her , and in a little while -- for with those so young this resource is well-nigh sure -- she slept too . It was five o'clock when she was wakened by her father 's hand . He led her out into his own dressing - room , and before she spoke she kissed him ! She knew what his answer would be . She knew that from his heavy face .