Six o'clock
As she looked back on her past life , it seemed to her that every minute had been crowned with happiness . Even the loss of her newborn baby appeared such a little thing -- such a little thing beside the loss of Harry , her only son . Mere freedom from anxiety showed to her now as a condition of positive bliss . Six o'clock struck , and Marthy knocked at the door with a cup of milk . `` Do you think he 'll be able to swallow any of it ? '' she asked , and there were tears in her eyes . `` He is better , Marthy , I am sure he is better .