two o'clock
`` They are all mine at least ! '' she sighed . `` And I am glad I have lived them . '' At two o'clock she went into the nursery and looked at the sleeping children . She bent over the cradle of the boy . He was dreaming , and a smile was playing about the corners of his lips . He was so like Gordon , with his little mouth twitching in dreamy laughter , she fell on her knees , and buried her face in her delicate tapering hands , crying : `` How can I bear it ! ''