midnight
`` Then she was such a queer little mouse ; did n't really come out of her hole and get sociable until after dark . As soon as the lights were out and we were in bed , she 'd want to talk . No matter how sleepy I was , that was the time to tell all her troubles . She was so humble and respectful in asking my advice that I could n't throw a pillow at her and shut her up , so there she 'd lie and talk in a stage whisper till after midnight . Then it was like pulling teeth to get her up in the morning . She took to setting an alarm clock for awhile , to rouse her early and give her half an hour to wake up in . It never made the slightest difference to her , but always wakened me .