six o'clock
Ten-five ! Not yet midnight . She lay back on the gritty bed , trembling . At six o'clock there were still stars , but a coral tremor was against the sky line and clouds coming up furiously . Suddenly she realized that the clouds were mountains and that the flat territory had flowed through the night into Pennsylvania mountains that were like plunging waves , and with the changed physiognomy , her mood quickened . She would not wait for the sun , dressing in her berth . At eight o'clock , and for only the third time in her life , she breakfasted in a dining car .