nine o’clock
She kept on asking him to do things for her . `` Robin , you might get me my shawl ; '' and Robin would go and get the shawl and put it round her . Whenever he did anything for her Prissie 's face would settle down into a quivering , deep content . At nine o'clock he lifted her out of her wheel chair . Harriett saw his stoop , and the taut , braced power of his back as he lifted . Prissie lay in his arms with rigid limbs hanging from loose attachments , inert , like a doll . As he carried her upstairs to bed her face had a queer , exalted look of pleasure and of triumph .