noon
A wistful smile twisted her lips as she listened . Suddenly as the baby 's cry was stopped she put her hands to her bosom and a strange lovely light shone on her face . Brightly shone the sunshine on the fields and woods surrounding Millville and on the little house where Mrs. Welcome was busy putting the last touches to the order and sweetness of home . Patience and her husband were coming on the noon train . Later in the day a few of their friends had promised to come to the supper for which her mother had been making loaves of delicious cake . `` It is strange , strange that my child should be the wife of John Boland 's son , '' she mused . `` I wonder what my poor man would say .