About midnight
Then we sung a child 's hymn in praise of the God of little children , and the little ones went to bed . Constance was tired now , and we left her with Wynnie . We too went early to bed . About midnight my wife and I awoke together -- at least neither knew which waked the other . The wind was still raving about the house , with lulls between its charges . `` There 's a child crying ! '' said my wife , starting up .