midday
Drat thet sun ! Here hit is dinner time . Seems like hit never lets a body set in one place long ` nough to study out _ whut _ he 'd ort to do . '' Watts rose slowly to his feet , and picking up his chair , walked deliberately around to the east side of the house , where he planted it with the precision born of long practice in the exact spot that the shadow would be longest at the conclusion of the midday meal . Patty entered the cabin and a few minutes later the sound of voices reached her ears . Ma Watts hurried to the window . `` Well , if hit ai n't Mr. Bethune an ' Lord Clendenning !