midnight
Run like the devil -- '' `` Tommy -- '' `` Well , what ? '' `` Nothing -- all right . '' I wanted to say good-by -- but you know Tom . Mag , were you ever where you ought n't to be at midnight -- alone ? No , I know you were n't . 'T was your ugly little face and your hair that saved you -- the red hair we used to guy so at the Cruelty . I can see you now -- a freckle-faced , thin little devil , with the tangled hair to the very edge of your ragged skirt , yanked in that first day to the Cruelty when the neighbors complained your crying would n't let 'em sleep nights .