midnight
I will ask God to keep my heart from all love 's care and sorrow . Then she put the book away , turned out the light and lay down . But the old mysterious , hungering sound of the sea had an angry sough in it ; and she went to sleep fearing it , and thinking of it as a deep starless darkness , hanging over the dreamlike figures of dead sailors and fishers . At midnight she awoke , the storm her father had predicted was roaring over the great waters . She went to her little window and looked out -- darkness , wildness , desolation -- and she hasted and put plenty of peats on the fire , and carried her mother an extra quilt . `` I hae made up the fire , Mither dear , '' she said , `` and if ye want to get up , you 'll be warm , and I 'll come and sit by you . '' `` Will I waken your feyther ? ''