noon
Salome ran to her with a little cry of joy , bent down and kissed the wrinkled face , and , as I came up , introduced me to Sister Hyacintha . I shall never forget the patient , joyful , almost heavenly look on the face of this good woman . She led us to the porch , and gave us chairs , and she and Salome talked , while I listened . As it was nearing the noon hour , we were prevailed upon to stay and take lunch . In the afternoon we were shown through the building , and took a walk over the grounds . Time slipped by stealthily , and the sun was hovering above the western horizon when Salome remembered that St. Rose was yet to be seen . A short ride over a narrow dirt road winding through masses of verdure brought us to the confines of the old church , which , perched upon a hill , reared its turret aloft in the purple air .