midnight
I got to see him and I 'm going away on the local . Tell him to dress and come on down . I ai n't got much time . '' The midnight local had finished its work in Winesburg and the trainsmen were coupling cars , swinging lanterns and preparing to resume their flight east . George Willard , rubbing his eyes and again wearing the new overcoat , ran down to the station platform afire with curiosity . `` Well , here I am . What do you want ?