nearly midnight
Carried on the shoulders of men , the bride and groom were escorted to the Palace Dance Hall , where a banquet had been prepared , over which presided Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet . Far into the night they celebrated , and in all of Ragtown there was only one who did not attend . This was poor little Lucy Dalles , sobbing her heart out in her little cabin , her dream of wealth and marriage with Al Drummond gone . It was nearly midnight when there came a gentle tapping on her door . Dashing the tears from her eyes , Lucy walked unsteadily across her expensive rug and opened the door to a crack . Next moment she found herself in a pair of strong arms , and her head lay on the breast of Jerkline Jo . `` There , there , dear !