about two o'clock in the
morning
And if the big strong trees did not like it , how could the poor little delicate flowers , shivering and shaking and tossed to and fro ? If he could have seen the wind itself , it would have been a different thing ; but as it was , he could enjoy it more by lying in bed and listening to it . Then as he listened he could fancy himself floating out through miles and miles of night and wind , and moon-and-star-light , or moony snowflakes , or even thick darkness and rain ; until , falling asleep in the middle of his fancy , it would thicken around him into a dream of delight . Once there was to be an eclipse of the moon about two o'clock in the morning . `` It 's a pity it 's so late , or rather so early , '' said Mr Macmichael . `` You , Willie , wo n't be able to see it . '' `` Oh , yes , I shall , father , '' answered Willie .