about six o'clock
Up-stairs the poor child had to go , and then his mother found some quiet . Her babe slept soundly in the cradle , undisturbed by Tommy 's racket , and she enjoyed a new novel to the extent of almost entirely forgetting her lonely boy shut up in the chamber above . `` Where 's Tommy ? '' asked a friend , who dropped in about six o'clock . `` In bed , '' said the mother , with a sigh . `` What 's the matter ? Is he sick ? ''