morning, noon
As I was leaving , Mrs. Moylan pulled me aside . `` Is there any chance at all , your reverence , of her recovery ? '' She looked with a mother 's wistfulness at me . `` For I do be praying to the Lord morning , noon , and night , that if it be His Blessed and Holy Will , He would take her out of suffering , or restore her to me . '' I made no answer . `` You could do it , your reverence , if you liked . Sure , I do n't want you to do any harm to yourself , God forbid ; but you could cure her and restore her to me , if you plazed . ''