midday
A few warm , affectionate words , and they came to the spot where their road divided -- the one to the northeast , the other to the southeast . They tried to preserve the proper self control , but it failed them , and their eyes were very limpid . So they parted . At midday the two friars rested in a sweet glade , and slept after a frugal meal , till the birds awoke them with their songs . `` They remind me of an incident in the life of our dear father Francis , '' said Ginepro , `` which my father witnessed . '' `` Tell it as we go . Sweet converse shortens the toil of the way . ''