nine o'clock
in the morning
`` I 've heard something like it somewhere , and , what with the heat and the noise of traffic , I do n't see how any of them get any sleep . '' But , because discipline must be observed , she wrote on the slip the assistant carried around : `` Please submit night reports in prose . '' Sidney did not sleep much . She tumbled into her low bed at nine o'clock in the morning , those days , with her splendid hair neatly braided down her back and her prayers said , and immediately her active young mind filled with images -- Christine 's wedding , Dr. Max passing the door of her old ward and she not there , Joe -- even Tillie , whose story was now the sensation of the Street . A few months before she would not have cared to think of Tillie . She would have retired her into the land of things-one-must-forget . But the Street 's conventions were not holding Sidney 's thoughts now .