two in
the morning
Thank ye , John . In with ye , my lad , and get something to warm ye up , '' and then the rosy-cheeked , deep-breasted , cheery little woman -- she was under forty -- her eyes the brighter for her thought , would begin pulling down cups and saucers from her dresser , making ready not only for the `` lad , '' but for John and herself -- and anybody else who happened to be within call . The hospitalities of her family sitting-room , opening out of the kitchen , were reserved for her intimates . These she welcomed at any hour of the day or night , from sunrise to sunset , and even as late as two in the morning , if either business or pleasure necessitated such hours . Tim Kelsey , the hunchback , often dropped in . Otto Kling , after Masie was abed ; Digwell , the undertaker , quite a jolly fellow during off hours ; Codman and Porterfield , with their respective wives ; and , most welcome of all , Father Cruse , of St. Barnabas 's Church around the corner , the trusted shepherd of `` The Avenue '' -- a clear-skinned , well-built man , barely forty , whose muscular body just filled his black cassock so that it neither fell in folds nor wrinkled crosswise , and whose fresh , ruddy face was an index of the humane , kindly , helpful life that he led . For him Kitty could never do enough .