nearly
midnight
She felt afraid , though she knew not why , and holding the baby in her arms , with its head upon her shoulder , she walked back and forth across the room , in great distress and anguish , longing for the morning to come . Such is the capriciousness of grief . Mrs. Bell went home on the evening of the funeral , very much exhausted and fatigued under the combined effects of watching , anxiety , and exertion . She went to bed , and slept very soundly until nearly midnight . The thunder awaked her . She felt solitary and afraid . Mary Bell , who was then about nine years old , was asleep in a crib , in a corner of the room .