About midnight
`` It 's been a splendid Fourth ! '' said Tom , throwing himself into a chair when the last guests had taken their departure ; `` I wish we could have such fun every day ! '' `` If you had it every day you would soon be tired of it , '' said Aunt Faith smiling . About midnight , when all was still , Aunt Faith , who had not been asleep , thought she heard a slight sound ; she listened , and distinguished faint sobs coming from Gem 's room , as though the child had her head buried in the pillows . Throwing on a wrapper , she hurried thither , and found her little niece with flushed cheeks and tearful eyes , tossing uneasily on her bed . `` What is the matter , dear ? '' asked Aunt Faith , anxiously .