twelve o'clock
The woman leaned over and took one of the restless hands in hers . `` It 's fever , sure , '' she said . At the touch and sound of her voice the other opened her eyes , wide with sudden astonishment . `` I beg your pardon , Mrs. Martin , '' said the visitor , `` but it 's after twelve o'clock , and I began to get anxious -- you a stranger and all . I think , ma'am , you 've a fever . Better let me call the doctor ; there 's one on the block . '' The woman sat up in bed .