three in the morning
I wondered if the young lady herself heard all this . I did n't see how she could help it . Kinder-hearted people than these two never lived , I do believe . It was after three in the morning , both had been up all night , we were absolute strangers to them , and yet , without a word of complaint , they gave the remainder of the hours before daylight to making us comfortable . When I dressed as much of myself as a suit of Mr. Atwood 's -- his Sunday best , I presume -- would cover , and , with a pair of carpet slippers about the size and shape of toy ferry boats on my feet , emerged from the bedroom , I found the table set in the kitchen , the teapot steaming and Mrs. Atwood cooking `` spider bread '' on the stove . When Miss Colton , looking surprisingly presentable -- considering that she , too , was wearing borrowed apparel four sizes too large for her -- made her appearance , we sat down to a simple meal which , I think , was the most appetizing I ever tasted . The Atwoods were bursting with curiosity concerning our getting adrift in the motor boat .