noon
She bent her head before the eyes of the Bee-woman , ashamed , because in her deep brown eyes she saw reflected her lost years . `` What shall I do ? '' she asked meekly . `` Go back , child , '' said the Bee-woman , and her voice warmed like summer sunshine on the wall at noon , `` go back and let men make pictures : do you make men ! '' Then outside the door she saw the little path and suddenly she seemed to know where it would lead and how , and she had no fear at all of the wood . `` Good-bye , mother , God keep you ! '' she said and stepped over the threshold .