about midnight
I 'll tell you all about it , for I think you may be able to help me . Last night I watched with poor Mary Floyd . She 's dying of consumption , you know , '' began Miss Mills , as her nimble fingers flew , and her kind old face beamed over the work , as if she put a blessing in with every stitch . `` Mary was very low , but about midnight fell asleep , and I was trying to keep things quiet , when Mrs. Finn she 's the woman of the house came and beckoned me out , with a scared face . ` Little Jane has killed herself , and I do n't know what to do , ' she said , leading me up to the attic . '' `` Who was little Jane ? '' broke in Polly , dropping her work .