midnight
I would have ventured to tell you a good deal about that young lady 's character , had I never heard her speak another word . The association , the choice of words , the sombre music of the old English -- all were enough to show the bent of her mind . At last she turned , and said , `` When do you think we shall sight them ? '' The man at the wheel shouted , `` Somewheres towards midnight , Miss. . We 're a-goin ' through it middling smart , and we can always draw on them . '' Then the girl went below into the warm glow of the saloon . A sweet-faced lady smiled softly , and said , `` Is it poetry to-night , or a new scheme for regenerating everything ? ''