midnight
But the mother , ah , the mother of her ! One day whin she 'd said a sharp word , wid another from me , an ' the child clinging to her dress , she turned quick and struck it , meanin ' to anger me . Not so hard the blow was , but it sent the darlin 's head agin ' the chimney-stone , and that was the end av it . For she took to her bed , an ' agin ' the crowin ' o ' the cock wan midnight , she gives a little cry an ' snatched at me beard . ` Daddy , ' says she , ` daddy , it hurts ! ' An ' thin she floats away , wid a stitch av pain at her lips . '' Macavoy sat down now , his fingers fumbling in his beard .