She passed about five minutes each day in her mother's sick-room, and no more.
Eliza still spoke little: she had evidently no time to talk.

I never saw a busier person than she seemed to be; yet it was difficult to say what she did: or rather, to discover any result of her diligence.

She had an alarm to call her up early.

I know not how she occupied herself before breakfast, but after that meal she divided her time into regular portions, and each hour had its allotted task.

Three times a day she studied a little book, which I found, on inspection, was a Common Prayer Book.