nine o'clock before
If I had just a little touch of Roxanne Byrd 's foamy spirits , I would be a much more comfortable companion for myself . All night I lay awake , anchored in the middle of the huge old Byrd bedstead , and sorrowed over the misfortune that had come to Roxanne and the Idol . Over and over I went in my mind to see where I could clear Mr. Rogers of my suspicions until my thoughts were so pale in color that I could hardly make them out , and at last I fell asleep in despair . In the morning I dressed so slowly that it was nine o'clock before I was buttoned into my dress and felt that I could go over and help Roxanne bear the calamity . It was Saturday , so I knew she would need help in doing all the things she leaves undone until this blessed day of relief from school cares and responsibilities comes . It is strange how ignorant one can be of the disposition of the very person she loves best on earth . Did I find Roxanne Byrd dissolved in an indigo sea on the day after she had lost a huge fortune ?