midnight
he said . `` That 's fur bread , that 's fur tay , that 's fur tobacco an ' that 's fur somethin' that runs down yer throat like a rasp , _ fur me _ . Now do n't let th ' grass grow undther yer flat feet , ye divil . '' After some minor instructions from Anna , the sweep went off on his midnight errand . The neighbors were sent home . The kettle replaced the pot on the chain , and we gathered full of ecstasy close to the fire . `` Whisht ! ''