midnight
she says -LRB- she 'd never called me David before -RRB- , puttin ' her hands on my shoulders . '' ` When ? ' I says . '' `` Bout midnight , ' she says . '' ` Did he suffer much ? ' I says . '' ` No , ' she says , ` I do n't think so ; but he was out of his head most of the time after the fust day , an ' I guess all the time the last twenty-four hours . ' ''