midnight
`` They are calling us , '' she said . `` Come on . '' In the afternoon I went to town with the old man , to attend upon the transfer of the property , and I slept in the wagon , conscious of Guinea when the road was rough , and sweetly dreaming of her when there was no jolt to disturb my slumber . It was long after midnight when we returned . I was resolved to go early to bed , for Guinea and her mother were sadly engaged packing a box with the bric-a-brac upon which time and association had placed the seal of endearment . `` Now , I wonder what has become of that old lace curtain , '' said Mrs. Jucklin . `` I have looked everywhere and ca n't find it , and I know it was in the chest up stairs . ''