midnight
There is n't a dollar left to my credit in the savings bank . What _ is _ the use of going on this way , when all one can do amounts to no more than a drop in the bucket ? '' Mary had sat up late the night before , finishing a lot of letters that Mrs. Blythe was anxious to have mailed as soon as possible . It was midnight when she covered her typewriter , and the heat and a stray mosquito which had eluded both Mrs. Crum and the screens , made her wakeful and restless . That accounted for her physical exhaustion , while the experiences of the morning were enough to send her spirits to the lowest ebb . She told herself over and over , as she lay across the bed and tried to reason herself into a more cheerful frame of mind , that it was only natural that she should feel as she did , and that when she was rested the world would look as bright as usual . On account of her late work the night before , Mrs. Blythe had given her nothing to do to-day .