midnight before
He passed another day of reverie , and though it was cleaning-day , and the house , as usual in Dutch households , completely topsy-turvy , yet he sat unmoved amidst the general uproar . The third night he went to bed with a palpitating heart . He put on his red nightcap , wrong side outwards for good luck . It was deep midnight before his anxious mind could settle itself into sleep . Again the golden dream was repeated , and again he saw his garden teeming with ingots and money-bags . Wolfert rose the next morning in complete bewilderment . A dream three times repeated was never known to lie ; and if so , his fortune was made .