midnight
Should she run out-of-doors while one of them cooled , and lie in wait to catch the little nurse-angel on the wing or perhaps darting thrillingly down to Stefana on a shooting star , breaking all speed limits ! This was a night for adventure . The wild ride of a becapped and haloed little celestial in goggles would be an adventure ! Miss Theodosia laughed out girlishly , not at all a tottery laugh on a cane , and the pleasant sound broke the midnight stillness . The dresses were dry enough to roll into tight bundles . One she essayed to iron as it was . She began as soon as the iron was cool enough .