noon
Not one thing ! It was so beautiful , and I was so in earnest my heart hurt ; but that was like any other sunrise on a fine July morning . There was n't the least sign that Jesus had heard me , and would send the man ; yet before I knew it , I was amazed to find the feeling creeping over me that he was coming . If I had held the letter in my hand saying he would arrive on the noon train , I could n't have grown surer . Why , I even looked down the first time I moved , to see if I had it ; but I was certain anyway . So I looked steadily toward the east once more and said , `` Thank you , with all my heart , Lord Jesus , '' then I slowly made my way down and back to the house . Shelley was at the orchard gate , waiting ; so I knew they had missed me , and Laddie had told them where I was and not to call .