nine o'clock
Trina cast a critical glance into both of these rooms . There had been a great deal of going and coming in them during the day , and she decided that the first thing to do would be to scrub the floors . She went up again to her room overhead and heated some water over her oil stove ; then , re-descending , set to work vigorously . By nine o'clock she had almost finished with the schoolroom . She was down on her hands and knees in the midst of a steaming muck of soapy water . On her feet were a pair of man 's shoes fastened with buckles ; a dirty cotton gown , damp with the water , clung about her shapeless , stunted figure . From time to time she sat back on her heels to ease the strain of her position , and with one smoking hand , white and parboiled with the hot water , brushed her hair , already streaked with gray , out of her weazened , pale face and the corners of her mouth .