noon
It may be that all the tears they shed over not wanting me so scared Laddie that he went farther in his welcome than he ever would have thought of going if he had n't done it for joy when he learned his mother was safe . I do n't care about the reason . It is enough for me that from the hour of my birth Laddie named me Little Sister , seldom called me anything else , and cared for me all he possibly could to rest mother . He took me to the fields with him in the morning and brought me back on the horse before him at noon . He could plow with me riding the horse , drive a reaper with me on his knees , and hoe corn while I slept on his coat in a fence corner . The winters he was away at college left me lonely , and when he came back for a vacation I was too happy for words . Maybe it was wrong to love him most .