two o'clock in the morning
`` Yes , it 's all fixed there in the cupboard . Want me to make you a cup of coffee ? You know I can make good coffee , Gus . '' Babette could not help being coquettish , even amid solemn surroundings at two o'clock in the morning . As she spoke she glanced sidewise at the young man and tossed back her pretty curling locks from her forehead . In a few minutes the coffee-pot was slowly steaming over the little gas grate , a delicious odor beginning to exude from its spout . The girls , with quiet movements , drew a small table before the hearth , and set out thereon cold meat , bread , and milk , also the inevitable pie of the Americanized workman .