midnight
must I really work out these odious sums , when I am thinking all the time of poor Nancy ? '' `` I shall never keep my head if this sort of thing goes on for long , '' thought Verena as she bent over her page of English history . `` Oh , dear ! that midnight picnic , and Nancy 's face , and the dancing in the glades of the Forest . It would have been fun . If there is one thing more than another that I love , it is dancing . I think I could dance for ever . ''