eleven o'clock at night
But before your side of it 's paid up you 've got to go right over and paint that porch of yours a respectable color . '' So , for once , Hepsey 's strategy had been manipulated to her own defeat : Jonathan went off to town with flying colors , and bought himself a can of pure white paint . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- It was eleven o'clock at night . Mrs. Betty had retired , while her husband was still struggling to finish a sermon on the importance of foreign missions . Ordinarily , the work would have been congenial and easy for him , because he was an enthusiast in the matter of missionary work : but now for some reason his thoughts were confused ; his enthusiasm was lacking , and his pen dragged . He tried hard to pull himself together , but over and over again the question kept repeating itself in his tired brain : Why should the Church support foreign missions , while she lets her hard working clergy at home suffer and half starve in their old age , and even fails to give them decent support while they are working in their prime ?