about two o'clock in the morning
Just for curiosity , I ordered several of the strangest , and some of them were a great success . For instance , there was `` succotash , '' which sounds as if it might be a guttural insult flung at the mouth of one Red Indian Brave by another ; but when it was -LRB- figuratively speaking -RRB- flung at mine by a black waiter , it turned out to be something more in the nature of a compliment . It looked like beryls mixed with pearls , though it was really only green beans stirred up with American corn ; and the two got on so well together you felt they had been born for each other . It 's now about two o'clock in the morning , and it seems as if we must have raced across half America , but we have a long , long way to go still , so says the soft brown thing , who looked in on me about an hour ago to ask in a casual way whether , if she should go to Europe to live , she might not be taken for an Italian ? When I was a little girl , and my nurse used to make up tales to put me to sleep at night , I would sometimes get impatient and tell her to `` go down into the story and find out what happened next . '' Just now , I feel as if that is what I should like to do in my future . The first face I saw on the platform when we arrived in Chicago was Mr. Brett 's .