midnight
Outside a winter blizzard was sweeping in white fury from the hills . Stump crouched silently in a corner , his head upon his paws . And Abner Sawyer , returning to his work in helpless indecision , felt his privacy and his dignity forever compromised by a boy and a dog . He knew of course that a small boy , scantily clad , should not be planing furiously on the bench beside him at midnight with a sociable gleam in his eye -- yet -- something -- a terrible conviction perhaps that if he spoke at all his voice would be hoarse and uncertain and his poise threatened by the paralyzing sense of apology which welled strangely up within him in Jimsy 's presence , tied his tongue . The minutes ticked loudly on and the shavings flew ... . And Jimsy would misinterpret whatever he said in terms of sentimentality . He always did ... .