midnight
He looked here , there , and everywhere , and at last he saw him hiding on the porch of a peasant 's cottage . `` What are you doing there ? '' asked Pinocchio , coming up to him . `` I am waiting for midnight , to start away . '' `` And where are you going ? '' `` I am going to live in a country -- the most delightful country in the world : a real land of sweetmeats ! '' `` And what is it called ? ''