midnight
Jimmie was always on the alert for mischief , and ever ready to go off into fits of laughter , which he managed to check only by grabbing tight hold of his nose . Just now he was busy pulling at the strings of Betsy Dan 's apron with one hand , while with the other he was hanging onto his nose , and swaying in paroxysms of laughter . Very red in the face , Betsy Dan began her verse . `` At midnight in the forest shades , Bozzaris -- '' Pause , while Betsy Dan clutched behind her . `` -- Bozzaris ranged -- '' -LRB- `` Tchik ! tchik ! '' -RRB- a snicker from Jimmie in the rear .