midnight
She was patiently silent . Suddenly Hazel sat up and turned towards her . ` You poor little Prim ! ' she said , laying gentle hands on her shoulders and a kiss on each cheek , -- ` whirled off from your green leaves on a midnight chase after witches ! This was one of Mr. Rollo 's few mistakes : he should have come alone . ' ` Should he ? ' said Primrose , wondering .