7 A.M.
She wrote to me , for we lived apart , asking me to accompany her -- not because she was fond of me , or wished to give me pleasure , but because I was useful in various ways . Mother insisted upon my accepting her invitation , not because she loved her late husband 's sister , but because she thought it wise to cotton to her in every particular , for Aunt Eliza was rich , and we -- two lone women -- were poor . I gave my music-pupils a longer and earlier vacation than usual , took a week to arrange my wardrobe -- for I made my own dresses -- and then started for New York , with the five dollars which Aunt Eliza had sent for my fare thither . I arrived at her house in Bond Street at 7 A.M. , and found her man James in conversation with the milkman . He informed me that Miss Huell was very bad , and that the housekeeper was still in bed . I supposed that Aunt Eliza was in bed also , but I had hardly entered the house when I heard her bell ring as she only could ring it -- with an impatient jerk . `` She wants hot milk , '' said James , `` and the man has just come . ''