about four o'clock in the morning
What with worrying and being alternately chilled by tramping through the snow and roasted as if I was sitting on a volcano with an eruption due , I was about all in . We 'd been obliged to tell Mrs. Sam about the Summers woman , and I had to put hot flannels on her from nine to ten . She was quieter when I left her , but , as I told Mr. Sam , it was the stillness of despair , not resignation . I guess it was about four o'clock in the morning when a hand slid over my face , and I sat up and yelled . The hand covered my mouth at that , and something long and white and very thin beside the bed said : `` Sh ! For heaven 's sake , Minnie ! '' It was Miss Cobb !