The sun of noon
There was once -- many , many years ago -- a maid and a man -- '' Good gracious -- but that story is as old as life itself ! He did not realize it , nor did she . It seemed new to them . The sun of noon was moving towards the west when they remembered that they were hungry . `` You shall come home and lunch with me ; will you ? Perhaps papa may be there , too , '' she said . This hope , always renewed with every dawn , always fading with the night , lived eternal in her breast -- this hope , that one day she should have her father to herself .