five o’clock
I wondered . Certainly Sabina did not find life slow . She was on the trot from early morning until late at night . At five o'clock she tumbled out of bed , buttoned on her clothes , wearing a long-sleeved alpaca pinafore over her black frock , and groped her way downstairs into the kitchen . Anna , the cook , had grown so fat during the summer that she adored her bed because she did not have to wear her corsets there , but could spread as much as she liked , roll about under the great mattress , calling upon Jesus and Holy Mary and Blessed Anthony himself that her life was not fit for a pig in a cellar . Sabina was new to her work . Pink colour still flew in her cheeks ; there was a little dimple on the left side of her mouth that even when she was most serious , most absorbed , popped out and gave her away .