midnight
But we finally formed the Village Improvement Society , organized to burn all advertising signs . You know those that stood in the marshes , and hid the view from the trains , so that you could not see the Sound . We chopped them down and put them in a pile , and poured gasolene on them , and that fire is all that is left of the pickles , fly-screens , and pills . '' It was midnight when the cars drew up at the door of the house of Forbes . Anxiously waiting in the library were Mrs. Forbes and Ernest Peabody . `` At last ! '' cried Mrs. Forbes , smiling her relief ; `` we thought maybe Sam and you had decided to spend the night in New Haven . ''