noon
A little girl lies there sleeping . She is very fair -- tears are upon her cheeks -- she sighs heavily , and clasps a letter tightly to her little bosom . She is young to know sorrow . Life 's morning should be all sunshine ; -- clouds come at its noon and eve . * * * Listen ! some one glides gently into Nettie 's room . It is a very old lady , but her form is drawn up as straight as your own , though her face is seamed with wrinkles and her hand trembles with age .