midnight
Something of her very own at last ! Something that would wait for her , watch for her , depend upon her . Something to work for and live for ; something upon whom she might pour forth the hidden riches that had all but perished in her soul . It was midnight when Mary groped her way from the cabin . Becky was asleep on the miserable bed in the corner ; she was breathing softly and evenly like a baby . Outside , the moonlight lay full upon the open spaces and on the little grave under the pine clump . Mary stood , before entering the woods , and raised her head .