four o'clock
Sleep came at last , in the darkest of the hours . And still in the dark hours a stirring , a delicious sensation preceding reason , and the consciousness of a figure stealing about the room . Honora sat up in bed , shivering with cold and delight . `` Is it awake ye are , darlint , and it but four o'clock the morn ! '' `` What are you doing , Cathy ? '' `` Musha , it 's to Mass I 'm going , to ask the Mother of God to give ye many happy Christmases the like of this , Miss Honora . '' And Catherine 's arms were about her .