about one o'clock
She was thinking of Charlie ; how he would learn to love her , and please God ; what a scholar he would be , and how carefully she would train him . She was trying to picture what he would be like if he lived to grow up , when John Heedman opened the door . `` Tea will be ready in a minute , John , '' she said , looking up ; `` I 've been sitting with that dear child , and the afternoon has flown I scarcely know how . He got a turn for the better about one o'clock , and woke up quite conscious and sensible ; '' and stepping softly to the door , she beckoned him to follow . They both stood looking at Charlie as he slept . He was very pale , traces of tears were still on his face , and one little thin white hand hung listlessly over the side of the bed . John Heedman stooped and touched it gently with his own rough , strong hand .