one A.M.
her friend chuckled . But he saw it only as a joke . She thought of moving her father to the good hotel , but she had n't the strength . Claire Boltwood , of Brooklyn Heights , went through the shanty streets of Pellago , Montana , at one A.M. carrying a sandwich in a paper bag which had recently been used for salted peanuts , and a red rubber hot-water bag filled with water at the Alaska Café . At the Tavern she hastened past the office door . She made her father eat his sandwich ; she teased him and laughed at him till the hot-water bag had relieved his chill-pinched back ; she kissed him boisterously , and started for her own room , at the far end of the hall . The lights were off .