noon
... But , being a girl , with youth singing in her heart , it was impossible that anything should take precedence of love . That was the great question . Did she love ? ... At noon she was sure she did ; at one o'clock she was sure she did not ; at two o'clock she was wavering between the two decisions ; at six o'clock she had passed through all these stages half a dozen times , and was no nearer certainty . Being who she was and what she was , her contacts with the world had not been those of the ordinary girl of her age and her station in life . In her earlier years she had been accustomed to radical words , radical thought , radical individuals . The world she was taught to see was not the world girl children are usually taught to see .