noon
Well , at least I can die trying , as Leon used to say . '' She smiled , and a soft look crept over her face though she had set her little teeth in stubborn fashion . She bent her head as if in retrospect , and walked some distance , apparently forgetful of her purpose , before she finally selected another door at random , and sought admittance . It was high noon when Joyce came quickly into the office , her face pale and set , and a strange expression in her eyes . `` Mr. Dalton , '' she said , without any preliminaries , `` did you know that Gus Peters has been frightfully burned with some of the molten glass , this morning , and has no one to take care of him ? His hands and arms are so bad he is perfectly helpless , and there 's no one in the house but a stupid child that is too frightened to do anything but stare . Is n't there a doctor here , or somebody ?