ten o'clock in the morning
A moment she sat up with arms outstretched , and glory in her face ; then fell back , and the arms that caught her were the arms of God . After the first pang of bereavement had spent itself , Uncle Loveday got me to bed , and there at last I slept . The very bewilderment of so much sorrow enforced sleep , and sleep was needed : so that , worn out with watching and excitement , I had not so much as a dream to trouble me . It was ten o'clock in the morning when I awoke , and saw my uncle sitting beside the bed . Another sun was bright in the heavens outside : the whole world looked so calm and happy that my first impulse was to leap up and run , as was my custom , to mother 's room . Then my eyes fell on Uncle Loveday , and the whole dreadful truth came surging into my awakened brain . I sank back with a low moan upon the pillow .