four o'clock
Fresh air and sunshine , after the dark basement-pantry in which she worked , seemed to her sufficient enjoyment and all the pleasure she wanted . She seldom did anything in these hours but sit on a bench in the garden-square near her hospital and rest her tired feet . For the first month they were so swollen that she could not get on her walking shoes . By four o'clock she was back in her pantry again , setting out cups and saucers on little trays and laying the tea for the staff . Her work was lonely and unrecognized . After she had washed up and put away the cups which had been used for afternoon tea and also the cups which had been used for the last meal of the day , which was served at seven o'clock in the wards , she went home to her quiet room , in a house on the other side of the square . It was an old house , which had known better days .