ten o'clock
It was the 5th of March ; in a few weeks the weather would soften , the grass grow green , and Anethe would see the first flowers in this strange country , so far from her home where she had left father and mother , kith and kin , for love of Ivan . The delicious days of summer at hand would transform the work of the toiling fishermen to pleasure , and all things would bloom and smile about the poor people on the lonely rock ! Alas , it was not to be . At ten o'clock they went to bed . It was cold and `` lonesome '' up-stairs , so Maren put some chairs by the side of the lounge , laid a mattress upon it , and made up a bed for Karen in the kitchen , where she presently fell asleep . Maren and Anethe slept in the next room . So safe they felt themselves , they did not pull down a curtain , nor even try to fasten the house-door .