midnight
And then her rich , glad laughter rings through the wood , and she goes off with him , full of rejoicing from top to toe . And whither does she go ? To the next mortal man ; to a huntsman in the woods . * * * * * It was midnight . Æsop had broken loose and been out hunting by himself ; I heard him baying up in the hills , and when at last I got him back it was one o'clock . A girl came from herding goats ; she fastened her stocking and hummed a tune and looked around . But where was her flock ?