midnight
`` I wo n't , '' said Ann ` Lisbeth , a wave of the furry water slopping out and down her dress-front . Followed four days spent in the grease-laden heat of the kitchen , the smell of strong foods , raw meat , and fish stews thick above the sink . She had moved farther down-town , against car fare ; but because she talked now constantly in her sleep and often cried out , there were knockings from the opposite side of the partitions and oaths . For two evenings she sat until midnight in a small rear café , again pleasantly muzzy over three glasses of beer and the thick warmth of the room . Another night she carried home a small bottle , tucking it beneath her coat as she emerged to the street . She was grease-stained now , in spite of precautions , and her hat , with her hair uncurled to sustain it , had settled down over her ears , grotesquely large . The week raced with her funds .