midnight
Tomorrow -- he will come tomorrow ! The Willow , exultant , had said that . But to old Tuboa the trees might have whispered , WHY NOT TONIGHT ? It was midnight when the big moon stood full above the little opening in the forest . In the tepee the Willow was sleeping . In a balsam shadow back from the fire slept Baree , and still farther back in the edge of a spruce thicket slept Carvel . Dog and man were tired .