midnight
Down the noisy aisle , up the stairs , to the street . Back to her rooming house . Out again , with her suitcase , and into the right railroad station somehow , at last . Not another Wetona train until midnight . She shrank into a remote corner of the waiting room and there she huddled until midnight watching the entrances like a child who is fearful of ghosts in the night . The hands of the station clock seemed fixed and immovable . The hour between eleven and twelve was endless .