midnight
Farther up on the left-hand side , where a shore of bright pebbles ran down into the lake , was the bathing beach for the campers . The water for drinking was obtained at a pure spring up the hill of the Three Pines which rose not far off from the camp . At present , as the greater number of the girls were still busy in their tents , the vicinity of the lake was agreeably solitary . As the three girls sat down Louise Miller said suddenly : `` There is a legend of a lake where every night at midnight a maiden arises bearing in her hands a silver bowl . One may make a wish and cast it into the silver bowl . Then the maiden disappears . On another night , one can never know exactly when , the maiden returns and on this night grants your wish . ''