midnight
`` Miss Peggy told me that herself the mornin ' I come away . '' Young Mr. Hollister gazes earnest into them gentle old blue eyes for a second , then he takes a turn or two up and down the lib ` ry , and fin ` lly claps Uncle Noah on the shoulder . `` I 've been waiting all summer for a taste of those grapes , '' says he . `` Come , we can just catch the midnight . I 've had enough of Broadway to last me for a long time . '' And my partin ' glimpse of 'em was at eleven-fifty-six , when they pushed through the gate bound for Goober , Georgia . `` After all , '' thinks I , `` it may not be so bad as it sounds . ''