The noon sun
`` I 've heard about it , '' he said . He drew up to the table with a subdued air and took his chowder in gulps , glancing now and then at the smiling face and supple hands on the opposite side of the table . It was a look of awe tinged with incredulity , and a little resentment grazing the edges of it . The noon sun shone down upon the harbor . The warmth of early summer was in the air . A little breeze ran through it , ruffling the surface of the water . The artist , from his perch on the rock , looked out over it with kindling eye .