noon
I am laughing at the idea of Tasper Britt writing poetry . Let me look out of the window ! Has Burkett Hill tipped over ? Has the sun turned in the heavens at high noon and started back to the east ? '' `` What does it mean ? '' she asked . Her expression excused the banality of her query ; her eyes told him that she knew , but her ears awaited his indorsement of her woman 's conviction .