midnight
`` You poor kid , it 's pretty hard on you ! '' she said , admiringly . And for half an hour she was not allowed to go to sleep . Susan began to dread these midnight talks . The moon rose , flooded the sleeping porch , mounted higher . The watch under Susan 's pillow ticked past one o'clock , past half-past one -- `` Emily , you know really Ella is awfully proud of you , '' she was finally saying , `` and , as for trying to influence your mother , you ca n't blame her . You 're your mother 's favorite -- anyone can see that -- and I do think she feels -- '' `` Well , that 's true ! ''