midnight
I could n't write a poem to save my life . I never _ could _ see how they do it , '' Florence laughed , made a deprecatory little side motion with her head , and responded , `` Why , Aunt Carrie , that 's nothing ! It just kind of comes to you . '' This also served as her explanation when some of her school friends expressed their admiration , after being told the news in confidence ; though to one of the teachers she said , smiling ruefully , as in remembrance of midnight oil , `` It _ does _ take work , of course ! '' * * * * * When opportunity offered , upon the street , she joined people she knew -LRB- or even rather distant acquaintances -RRB- to walk with them a little way and lead the conversation to the subject of poetry , including her own contribution to that art . Altogether , if Florence was not in a fair way to become a poetic celebrity it was not her own fault but entirely that of _ The North End Daily Oriole _ , which was to make its appearance on Saturday , but failed to do so on account of too much enthusiasm on the part of Atwater & Rooter in manipulating the printing-press . It broke , had to be repaired ; and Florence , her nerves upset by the accident , demanded her money back .