midnight
I know -- and that 's why I wish she would n't . '' `` There come the others . See that pile of manuscript . We 'll be lucky if we get away at midnight . I only hope nobody will ask me to compose a poem to fill out a page ; my head feels as if stuffed with sawdust . '' Lucine turned her head slowly to watch the group of girls wander into the office and light the gas amid a flutter of papers and dressing-gowns mixed with sleepy yawns and tired laughter . Then some one shut the door .