three o'clock in the morning
She could make no distinction between Daddy Skinner and Jehovah . Both to her were the reigning powers of the earth . Daddy she had always known , but the other -- Frederick had said it was good to pray . She rose stumbling , and at three o'clock in the morning entered the city of Ithaca , walking up State street drabbled and thoroughly wet . She knew the streets that led to the city jail , for many a time when selling greens and berries had she gone steathily to the gray stone building and examined the barred windows . She crossed Dewitt park , and passed by the churches which surrounded the jail . Around and around the ivy-covered stone structure wandered the rain-soaked , barefooted girl .