midnight
`` Yes , '' she whispered , `` there is some rivalry . It is n't all love and harmony -- yet . But we are working that way all the time . '' There was a report of the last Council , written in rather limping rhyme , and then each girl told of some kind or gentle deed she had seen or heard of since the last meeting -- things ranging all the way from hunting for a lost glove to going for the doctor at midnight when a girl was taken suddenly ill in camp . Only one had no kindness to tell . And when she reported `` Nothing '' it was as if a shadow fell for a moment over all the young faces turned towards her . `` Who is that ?