midnight
You ca n't converse . Your best parlor trick is your red hair . Miss Lee , I 'll show you a picture of Mrs. Rudd some day , and I 'll tell you now what she looks like . She has exquisite melancholy gray eyes , a mouth like a ripe tomato '' -LRB- shouts from the table _ en masse _ , but Chuck ploughs along cheerily -RRB- , `` hair like the braided midnight '' -LRB- cries of `` What 's that ? '' and `` Hear ! Hear ! '' -RRB- , `` a figure slim and willowy as a vaulting-pole '' -LRB- a protest of `` No track athletics at meals ; that 's forbidden ! '' -RRB-