one o'clock
Poor dear cousin Jane , my heart aches to think of her . Day after day , from morning till night , and often till the next day began , she toiled and toiled , stooping over her work , sewing , sewing , hour after hour , and day after day , stooping all the time , till her eyes lost their brightness , her step all its elasticity , till her shoulders grew round , and her health failed . O , had those for whom she labored , for her small day 's wages , but observed how the lamp of life was gradually going out , they would not have allowed her so to work without any respite ; they would have made her take better care of her own health ; they would have sent her home early ; they would not have allowed her to work thirteen or fourteen hours a day in their service . There was one family in which she worked where the master and mistress insisted that at one o'clock Jane should lay aside her work , and walk till two , when they dined . Then they insisted upon her dining at their own table , and tried to make her meal a social and pleasant one . O , these were white days for poor Jane . Could I not tell when she was going to work in this family by the way she threw me over her shoulders ?