midnight
Piqueur and Bele and Margot toiled valiantly pulling up the myriad abundance-of-weeds , but in vain . It was not until the resplendent autumn had passed that she had any inkling of the real pattern . There came a glorious moonlit night , a chilly night when she snuggled under the blankets and yawned over the chapter that told her `` how to mulch plants for winter . '' The wind blew so chill that at midnight she pattered across the old carpet to make the casement fast . The whole cleared space below her glistened with the fairy glamour of the first frost . Under the magic silvery whiteness the lost `` parterres and cabinets and lozenges '' with their paths and borders stood out as clearly in the moonlight as the day when Madame Prudence 's workmen had charted them there . She laughed aloud as she ran back and turned to the map labelled `` The twentieth and laft practife which is the most superb and which is The Bifected Oval . ''