midnight
Was n't I stupid ! That 's the door into the storeroom -- it 's the long narrow space between the two walls and it had trunks and a bureau -- '' It still had them ! The men folks pulled out the dusty boxes into the immaculate neatness of the nursery floor and for the next two hours they delved and delved through the forgotten treasures . The Poetry Girl called it the `` Night of a Thousand Hopes '' but the Inventor sardonically added at midnight `` of Blasted Hopes -- '' The nursery looked like a New England attic when they had finished mauling . Felice gave things away recklessly , whenever one of them admired anything . How they all shouted at the Painter Boy when he triumphantly pulled forth a sage green taffeta frock with long bell sleeves , voluminous skirts and quaintly square-cut neck . `` Look !