about midnight
Larry and Mary-Clare hung over him asking , was it this or that ? and his big , burning eyes sorter flickering , never steady . I recall old Peneluna Todd was there and she said the young uns were pestering the ole Doc . Then , it was ` long about midnight , Larry rose up from asking some question , and there was a new look on his face , a white , frozen kind of look . Mary-Clare kinder sprang at him . ` What is it ? ' she whispered , and I ai n't never forgot her face .