midnight
I wants my cheeld back ; an ' I 'll _ have ` n _ back , what 's more ! '' They went their ways , agreeing that the woman was doited . Lovey closed the door upon them , bolted it , and sat for hours staring at the empty cradle . Through the unglazed window she could see the stars ; and when these told her that midnight was near , she put on her shawl again , drew the bolt , and fared forth over the towans . At first the stars guided her , and the slant of the night-wind on her face ; but by and by , in a dip between the hills , she spied her mark and steered for it . This was the spark within St. Gwithian 's Chapel , where day and night a tiny oil lamp , with a floating wick , burned before the image of Our Lady . Meriden the Priest kept the lamp filled , the wick trimmed , year in and year out .