midnight
Found one in this very copse none so long ago -- very young she was -- poor , lonely lass ! Ah , well ! Her troubles be all forgot , long ago . An ' here 's the likes o ' you sitting along o ' the likes o ' me in a wood at midnight -- you as should be snug in sheets luxoorious , judging by your looks -- an ' wherefore not , young friend ? '' Now there was about this small , quick , keen-eyed tinker a latent kindliness , a sympathy that attracted me involuntarily , so that , after some demur , I told him my story in few words as possible and careful to suppress all names . Long before I had ended he had laid by hammer and kettle and turned , elbows on knees and chin on sinewy fists , viewing me steadfastly where I sat in the fireglow . `` So you make verses likewise , do you ? ''