midnight
Digby , a lad of eighteen and master of only one trade instead of a dozen , like his father , had been deputed to paper Mother Carey 's bedroom while she moved for a few days into the newly fitted guest room , which was almost too beautiful to sleep in , with its white satiny walls , its yellow and green garlands hanging from the ceiling , its yellow floor , and its old white chamber set repainted by the faithful and clever Popham . The chintz parlor , once Governor Weatherby 's study , was finished too , and the whole family looked in at the doors a dozen times a day with admiring exclamations . It had six doors , opening into two entries , one small bedroom , one sitting room , one cellar , and one china closet ; a passion for entrances and exits having been the whim of that generation . If the truth were known , Nancy had once lighted her candle and slipped downstairs at midnight to sit on the parlor sofa and feast her eyes on the room 's loveliness . Gilbert had painted the white matting the color of a ripe cherry . Mrs. Popham had washed and ironed and fluted the old white ruffled muslin curtains from the Charlestown home , and they adorned the four windows . It was the north room , on the left as you entered the house , and would be closed during the cold winter months , so it was fitted entirely for summer use and comfort .