midnight
`` Yes , siree ! '' Following her , trying to be grim , but his lips too soft to click . `` Yes -- sir ! '' They drove up silently through a lusterless midnight with a threat of rain in it , hitting loosely against each other in a shiver-my-timbers taxicab . Her pallor showing through the brown of her face did something horrid to her . It was as if the skull of her , set in torment , were looking through a transparent black mask , but , because there were not lips , forced to grin . And yet , do you know that while she rode with him Hattie 's heart was high ?