About four o'clock in the morning
Floods of rain forced their way through the skylight , and drenched her bed . She buried her head in the wet blankets , and shivered with cold . Yet Josey slept as peacefully as ever on her mother 's breast , happily unconscious of the terrors of the hour . About four o'clock in the morning , Lyndsay opened the door of her little cabin . The water was streaming from his garments . `` Flora , are you awake ? '' `` Yes , darling , '' she cried , starting to a sitting posture ; `` who could sleep in such a storm ? ''