midday
What had I seen trying to murder me ? The creature of a dream ? Or that other creature from the world beyond the grave , whom men call ghost ? I could make nothing of it as I walked along in the night ; I had made nothing by it by midday -- when I stood at last , after many times missing my road , on the doorstep of home . My mother came out alone to welcome me back . There were no secrets between us two . I told her all that had happened , just as I have told it to you .