midnight
`` Uncle Pros ! '' Laurella echoed from the hearthstone , where she sat on her heels , like a little girl playing at mud-pies . Johnnie smiled at the memory of how her mother laughed over the suggestion , with a drawing of slant brows above big , tragic dark eyes , a look of suffering from the mirth which adds the crown to joyousness . `` Your Uncle Pros he got a revelation ` long ` bout midnight as to just whar that thar silver mine is that 's been dodgin ' him for more 'n forty year . He come a-shakin ' me by the shoulder -- like I reckon he 's done fifty times ef he 's done it once -- and telling me that he 's off to make all our fortunes inside of a week . He said if you still would go down to that thar old fool cotton mill and hire out , to name it to you that Shade Buckheath would stand some watchin ' . Your Uncle Pros has got sense -- in streaks .