three o'clock
The editor hurried upstairs . Mrs. Carteret , wearing a worried and haggard look , met him at the threshold of the nursery . `` Dodie is ill , '' she said . `` At three o'clock , when the trouble began , I was over at Mrs. Albright 's , -- I had left Virgie with the baby . When I came back , she and all the other servants had gone . They had heard that the white people were going to kill all the negroes , and fled to seek safety . I found Dodie lying in a draught , before an open window , gasping for breath .