midnight
After a time she entered into companionship with the frogs and birds , imitating their speech . Restlessness vanished , and she existed contentedly enough . Two years passed . The moon flooded the valley one midnight . Dorthe lay on the bank of the creek in the fern forest . She and the frogs had held long converse , and she was staring up through the feathery branches , waving in the night wind , at the calm silver face which had ignored her overtures . Upon this scene entered a man .