noon
`` I 'm so sick of my own cooking , '' Honey complained . `` Not so sick as we are , '' said Pete . `` Anybody can have my job that wants it , '' Honey volunteered with a touch of surliness unusual with him . At noon the five women appeared again at the end of the trail . In contrast to the tired faces and dishevelled figures of the men , they presented an exquisite feminine freshness , hair beautifully coiled , garments spotless and unwrinkled . But although their eyes were like stars and their cheeks like flowers , their faces were serious ; a dew , as of tears lately shed , lay over them . `` Shall Angela fly ?