midnight
It added to Granny Marrable 's regret , that the mutton-broth had proved so good . The old soul had passed on unrefreshed even while Strides Cottage was endorsing that mutton-broth . The Granny quite fretted over it , not even the beautiful fur tippet Sister Nora had sent her having power to expel it from her mind . And , quite late , nigh on to midnight , she woke with a start from a dream she had had ; it set her off talking again about old Mrs. Picture . For it was one of this old lady 's vices that she would sit up late and waste a deal of good sleep out of bed in that venerable arm-chair of hers . `` There now , Ruth , '' said she , `` I was asleep again and dreaming . '' For she never would admit that this practice was an invariable one .