midnight
When the chair tipped and sent Mrs. Symes 's feet into the air Mrs. Jackson 's burst of laughter was heard distinctly by Mrs. Tutts across the street . `` Trash ! '' exclaimed that person in unfathomable contempt . Mrs. Jackson had two missing front teeth which she had lost upon an occasion to which she no longer referred , also a voice strained and husky from the many midnight choruses in which she had joined before she sold her goodwill and fixtures . She now rested her outspread fingers upon each knee and wildly ransacked her brain for something light and airy in the way of conversation . Mrs. Symes , sitting bolt upright on the edge of the plush rocking-chair with her long , flat feet pressed tightly together , tweaked at the only veil in Crowheart and cleared her throat with subdued and lady-like restraint before she inquired -- `` Is n't it a lovely day ? '' `` Oh , lovely ! ''