midnight
For Rose-Marie , her face hidden in the crook of her elbow , was crying like a very tired child . It was with a light heart that Rose-Marie started back to the tenement . The tears had cleared her soul of the months of evasion that had so worried her -- she felt suddenly free and young and happy . It was as if a rainbow had come up , tenderly , out of a storm-tossed sky ; it was as if a star was shining , all at once , through the blackness of midnight . She felt a glad assurance of the future -- a faith in the Hand of God , stretched out to His children . `` Everything , '' she sing-songed , joyously , to herself , `` will come right , now . Everything will come right ! ''