midday
And I scratch a match to read it through and know it by heart tomorrow . Just a line in pencil , nothing ; but perhaps there is a softness in the letters , a womanliness -- I do n't know . It does n't matter . I manage to reach the trading center at midday , when everyone is up and about , and the post office open . They give me a large sheet of wrapping paper and string and sealing wax ; I wrap the parcel and seal it and write on the outside . There ! Oh -- I forgot the slip of paper with the address -- to put it inside , I mean .