midnight
Miss Rose held her breath a minute . `` Yes , let us hope . Hope does more than all the medicine in the world . '' The minutes crept along into hours , and midnight passed , while Miss Rose watched . Clematis seemed restless , but she did not talk to herself any more . Miss Rose held the glass to her lips now and then , but she did not drink . When Miss Rose wiped her face with a cold , wet cloth , she smiled a faint little smile , as if she liked it .