eleven o'clock
Jenny 's thumb was in her mouth , and removing it gently , Virginia bent lower and laid her hot cheek on the soft shining curls . Some vital power , an emanation from that single principle of Love which ruled her life , passed from the breath of the sleeping child into her body . Peace descended upon her , swift and merciful like sleep , and turning on her side , she lay with her hand on Jenny 's crib , as though in clinging to her child she clung to all that was most worth while in the universe . The next night Oliver telephoned from the Treadwells ' that he would not be home to supper , and when he came in at eleven o'clock , he appeared annoyed to find her sitting up for him . `` You ought to have gone to bed , Virginia . You look positively haggard , '' he said . `` I was n't sleepy .