midnight
`` Go and see , this minute . I would n't eat that catlike thing for the whole world . '' Aunt Fanny came back a few minutes later with the assurance that they were roasting goat meat . The skin of the midnight visitor was stretched upon the ground not far away . `` And how is he ? '' asked Beverly , jamming a hat pin through a helpless bunch of violets . `` He 's ve ' y ` spectably skun , yo ' highness . ''