midnight
For if it did , it must have food and cherishing . Inevitably then he thought of grannie , and his struggling mind seemed to appeal to her clarity , question and answer , and to every question she smiled and told him the dream was true . It did live , this mystery , this imperishable one that came from the bosom of God and would return in safety there . Osmond rose , in the dewy midnight , and stretched his arms to heaven . He felt what he never had before , in his iron acquiescence , an ecstasy of worship . This was what grannie felt , he knew ; it was the daily draught that kept her spirit young . He made no doubt she was praying for him at that moment , and that their buoyant certainties were meeting in the air of quickened life .