noon
A few Saturdays after the marriage in the little wayside church , Richard Procter reached home in a state of great excitement . The family was in the dining-room . Mrs. Procter was polishing the drinking glasses . Though it was long past noon , Suzanna had just commenced to clear away the luncheon dishes . Maizie was shaking napkins , while Peter was in a corner pretending to play ball with the baby , very much to the baby 's amusement . Mr. Procter told his news triumphantly . `` At last , '' he cried .