It's a little too late.

I did not realize it.

To-morrow morning, early." He seemed reassured and held out his hand: "Good-night, dearest--you're a brave girl.

You made a splendid fight." "It didn't do much good," she replied in a disheartened, listless way.
"But it set him thinking," rejoined Jefferson.

"No one ever spoke to my father like that before.