James Hilton 
Catherine herself 

CATHERINE thought: Day is white, Night is black, but sometimes it is half-white and half-black…. There were five knobs on the brass rail of the bed: one of them would come off…. The baker came to the door every night and said: “And how is Cathie?” …

It was cold, and blue flames flickered on top of the coals in the fire-grate. They said: “Lappappappap….” The Man tore off his collar from the stud—“plock”—then he screwed off his boots—“Hr-rooch—flop … Hr-rooch—flop.” … The mother said: “Cathie’s asleep: don’t make such a noise.” …

Then her mother carried her past the brown banisters up to bed…. It was nearly black. The pumping-engine at the water-works went: “Chug-chug … chug-chug … chug-chug-chug….”

There were five knobs on the brass rail of the bed….