midnight
Against this I had fought . Perhaps it was merely for the joy of the argument that so often I had turned a fire of ridicule on the dearest traditions of the valley . Time and again , when some credulous one had lifted his voice in honest support of a silly superstition , I had jeered him into a grumbled , shamefaced disavowal . Once I sat in the graveyard at midnight , in the full of the moon , just to convince Ira Spoonholler that his grandfather was keeping close to his proper plot . And here I was , prone and helpless , being powwowed not for one ailment , but for all the diseases known in Happy Valley . How I blessed Tip ! When we started he should have told me of the powers of our hostess .