She looked at her tiny watch, it was two o'clock in the morning.

She knew then that she must have fallen asleep in spite of her strong resolutions.

The letter was still in the inside pocket of her jacket, and all was well at two in the morning.

No eye appeared at either of the apertures, so she covered up the light once more and lay down again, sighing to think how rumpled her dainty costume would look in the morning.

Now she was resolved not to go to sleep, if force of will could keep her awake.