noon
Directly at their feet , the little bowl of Kidd 's Pond lay among its rushes like a turquoise ringed about with malachite ; beyond it was the grey village , and beyond again , the lighthouse whose tall white tower by day and whose flashing light at night are the beacons which seem to welcome the wanderers of the summer colony , whenever their steps are turned back to Quantuck . At length , Cicely rose to her feet . `` We must go , Allyn . Here is the noon train now , and we shall be late to dinner . '' But the boy did not stir . He sat with his elbows on his knees , his chin resting on the back of his clasped fingers , while his eyes followed the slow approach of the primitive little Quantuck train . Cicely waited for a moment .