midnight
Cup her hands as she would against the window pane , she could not see out , but it seemed to her that dawn must be imminent . She felt for her little watch , leaning to the streak of light the curtains let in . Ten-five ! Not yet midnight . She lay back on the gritty bed , trembling . At six o'clock there were still stars , but a coral tremor was against the sky line and clouds coming up furiously . Suddenly she realized that the clouds were mountains and that the flat territory had flowed through the night into Pennsylvania mountains that were like plunging waves , and with the changed physiognomy , her mood quickened .