about one o'clock
She stayed a minute to warm her feet . The fire was red and the clock was ticking . It seemed to her home-like and comfortable , and she seemed to herself very homeless and lonely ; so she sat down on the floor , with her head in a chair , and cried as hard as she ought to have done four hours ago . She climbed into bed about one o'clock , having decided , in a dull way , to give Dick up to-morrow . But when to-morrow came he was up with a bright face , and built the kitchen fire for her , and brought in all the water , and helped her fry the potatoes , and whistled a little about the house , and worried at her paleness , and so she said nothing about it . `` I 'll wait till night , '' she planned , making ready for the mill . `` O , I ca n't ! ''