midnight
`` Should YOU , mamma ? '' Mrs. Tretherick suddenly flushed to the roots of her hair . `` Go to sleep , '' she said sharply , and turned away . But at midnight the child felt two white arms close tightly around her , and was drawn down into a bosom that heaved , fluttered , and at last was broken up by sobs . `` Do n't ky , mamma , '' whispered Carry , with a vague retrospect of their recent conversation . `` Do n't ky. . I fink I SHOULD like a new papa , if he loved you very much -- very , very much ! ''