midnight
`` Hush ! do n't be a fool , '' cried the affectionate phantom ; and kneaded the uncertain form through the bedclothes ; `` fancy screeching so at sight of me ! '' Then gradually a single eye peeped timidly between two white hands that held the sheets ready for defense like a shield . `` B -- b -- but you are all in white , '' gulped Lucy , trembling all over ; for her delicate fibers were set quivering , and could not be stilled by a word , fingered at midnight all in a moment by a shape . `` Why , what color should I be -- in my nightgown ? '' snapped the specter . `` What color is yours ? ''