midnight
I gave up and drifted down-town , and presently discovered that my feet were keeping time to that relentless jingle . When I could stand it no longer I altered my step . But it did no good ; those rhymes accommodated themselves to the new step and went on harassing me just as before . I returned home , and suffered all the afternoon ; suffered all through an unconscious and unrefreshing dinner ; suffered , and cried , and jingled all through the evening ; went to bed and rolled , tossed , and jingled right along , the same as ever ; got up at midnight frantic , and tried to read ; but there was nothing visible upon the whirling page except `` Punch ! punch in the presence of the passenjare . '' By sunrise I was out of my mind , and everybody marveled and was distressed at the idiotic burden of my ravings -- `` Punch ! oh , punch !