noon
The summer had gone and Raymond was once more facing the rigor of her winter season . Virginia had been able to accomplish a part of her plan for `` capturing the Rectangle , '' as she called it . But the building of houses in the field , the transforming of its bleak , bare aspect into an attractive park , all of which was included in her plan , was a work too large to be completed that fall after she had secured the property . But a million dollars in the hands of a person who truly wants to do with it as Jesus would , ought to accomplish wonders for humanity in a short time , and Henry Maxwell , going over to the scene of the new work one day after a noon hour with the shop men , was amazed to see how much had been done outwardly . Yet he walked home thoughtfully , and on his way he could not avoid the question of the continual problem thrust upon his notice by the saloon . How much had been done for the Rectangle after all ? Even counting Virginia 's and Rachel 's work and Mr. Gray 's , where had it actually counted in any visible quantity ?