midnight
`` Let me run and see Marie a moment -- '' `` With that head looking as if thou hadst tumbled among the burrs , or some hen had scratched it up for a nest ! And eyes full of dew webs that are spun in the grass by the spirits of night . '' `` Look , they are wide open ! '' She buried her face in a pail of water and splashed it around as a huge bird might , as she raised her beautiful laughing orbs , blue now as the midnight sky . And then she carelessly combed the tangled curls that fell about her like the spray of a waterfall . `` Thou must have a coif like other French girls , Jeanne . Berthê Campeau puts up her hair . ''