morning, noon
And furthermore , the man she served -- this man , Elas Peterman -- had hinted , and even definitely talked of , further rapid promotion . She had worked hard for it all . Oh , yes . She had worked morning , noon , and night . When other girls had been content to study fashions and styles , and chatter `` beaus '' and husbands , she had given herself up to the study of the wood-pulp trade , and the world 's market of the material she was interested in . She had saturated herself with the whole scheme , and purpose , and methods of her employers , till , as Peterman himself had once told her in admiration at her grasp of the business , she knew as much of the trade as he did himself . And even after that her mirror , that oracle of a woman 's life , failed to yield her the real truth it is always ready to tell to its devotees .