midnight
Miss Bonkowski shrugged her shoulders somewhat haughtily . `` How you do talk , Mary ! You know I do n't , -- but neither do I believe she is any deserted child , and it 's worrying me constant , what we ought to do . Poor as I am , and what with father dying and the manager cutting my salary as I get older , -- I 'll admit it to you , Mary , though I would n't have him know I 'm having another birthday to-day -- '' with a laugh and a shrug , `` why , as I say , I am pretty poor , but every cent I 've got is yours and the child 's , and you know it , Mary Carew , '' and the good-hearted chorus-lady , with a reproachful backward glance at her room-mate , flounced out the door , leaving the re-assured Mary to sew , by the light of an ill-smelling lamp , until her return from the theatre near midnight . While the fine , embroidered dress in which the Angel had made her appearance was all Mrs. O'Malligan had claimed it as to daintiness and quality , after a few days ' wear , its daintiness gave place to dirt , its quality thinned to holes . Upon this the Tenement was called into consultation . The Angel must be clothed , but what , even from its cosmopolitan wardrobe , could the house produce suitable for angelic wear ?