four o’clock
He comforted her . Yes , it was tightly fastened . `` Even if it is shut , '' she said , in a whisper , `` you can not keep it out ! You feel it coming in at four o'clock , creeping , creeping , up , up ; deadly cold ! '' She shuddered . He thought she was wandering , and laid her little trembling body down among the blankets . `` I dreamed just now that it was not put up , '' she said , looking into his eyes ; `` and it crept right in and I was alone with it . ''