midnight
Summer seemed to stride out of the forest now , full panoplied . After the frost and snow of her early days at Pine Camp , Nan had not expected such heat . The pools beside the road steamed . The forest was atune from daybreak to midnight with winged denizens , for insect and bird life seemed unquenchable in the Big Woods . Especially was this true of the tamarack swamp . It was dreadfully hot at noontide on the corduroy road which passed Toby Vanderwiller 's little farm ; but often Nan Sherwood went that way in the afternoon . Mr. Mangel , the school principal , had written Nan and encouraged her to send a full description of some of Corson Vanderwiller 's collection , especially of the wonderful death 's - head moth , to a wealthy collector in Chicago .