midnight
Gwynne led Isabel to a table in a corner by a window , and indicated the company occupying more than half of the long table . '' ` Busted , ' was the word they used , and I can not think of a better one to describe them . I talked with the men in the bar , and later wandered into the parlor where the women were , some tearful , others indignant . One had an infant , and there were several small children running about , although it was midnight . The soubrette was chewing gum and anathematizing Rosewater as the ` jayest town on the slope , ' and others were calling for the blood of the manager , who had absconded with the receipts of an unprofitable week . They interested me , as all your weird specimens do , and I found them a surprisingly decent lot , considering that it is the cheapest sort of a vaudeville troupe . That poor little woman with the red eyes and the parti-colored hair is the mother of the infant .