It was after twelve o'clock.

A knock came at her door.

She wrapped her swan's-down garment about her and went to the door.
"O Mama, have you been worried ?" the girl asked.

She was standing in the narrow corridor, with her arms full of shining favors; there could be no question whatever that she had stayed for the dance.

"Are you angry?
Have I been keeping you awake ?" "I thought you would have been home an hour ago." "I know.