midnight
You must be an author when you are a man . '' Late that night she saw a light shining from beneath the young narrator 's door . `` I ought to send him to bed , '' she meditated , `` but , poor lad , he has had so few pleasures and , after all , childhood is the only time for thorough enjoyment , so why should I put a feather in its path ? '' David read until after midnight , and went to bed with a book under his pillow that he might begin his pastime again at dawn . After breakfast the next morning M'ri commanded the whole family to sit down and write their thanks to Joe . David 's willing pen flew in pace with his thoughts as he told of Miss Rhody 's delight and his own revel in book land . Janey made most wretched work of her composition .