midnight
All I know is that I wanted to square it with him for taking care of the horse and five dollars wo n't hurt his self-respect . And , '' said the bridegroom as he pressed the bride very close to his heart , `` what is it to us ? We have each other , so what do we care -- what is all the world to us ? '' As the midnight train whistled out of South Harvey Grant Adams sitting on a bedside was fondly unbuttoning a small body from its clothes , ready to hear a sleepy child 's voice say its evening prayers . In his heart there flamed the love for the child that was beckoning him into love for every sentient thing . And as Laura Van Dorn , bride of Thomas of that name , heard the whistle , her being was flooded with a love high and marvelous , washing in from the infinite love that moves the universe and carrying her soul in aspiring thrills of joy out to ride upon the mysterious currents that we know are not of ourselves , and so have called divine . In the morning , in the early gray of morning , when Grant Adams rose to make the fire for breakfast , he found his father , sitting by the kitchen table , half clad as he had risen from a restless bed .