midnight
And so poor Liberty , instead of having a sinecure as a mere illuminator , must be converted into a Chautauqua schoolma'am , with the oceans for her field instead of the placid , classic lake . With a fireless torch and an empty head must she dispel the shadows of the world and teach it its A , B , C 's . `` Ah , there , Mrs. Liberty ! '' called a clear , rollicking soprano voice through the still , midnight air . `` Is that you , Miss Diana ? Excuse my not turning my head . I 'm not as flighty and whirly-whirly as some .