eight o'clock
Dick pushed the egg and apples away , and cutting himself a hunch of bread , went out of the room without speaking . `` Every one is very polite to-night , '' thought Dorothy . However , she sat down , ate Dick 's egg and helped herself to apples with plenty of sugar , and felt a little comforted . At eight o'clock she went up to bed , glad the tiresome , miserable day was at an end . She trod very softly , but her mother heard her and called her in . Dorothy was glad , for she spoke in her natural voice and not at all as if she were angry . She was still dressed and lying on the bed , but her hand , which had frightened Dick by being so cold , was now burning .