noon
The other lady was very stout and wonderfully dressed . Elizabeth could scarcely see her face for the enormous plumed hat she wore . She seemed to be a very grand lady , indeed , for , every time she moved , jewels glittered on her hat or at her throat . Elizabeth quite forgot the words of the song watching her , and was absently singing : '' _ There oft as mild evening weeps over the Tea , There daily I wander as noon rises high , _ '' when Rosie poked her back to consciousness . When they had come down from the platform and the stir of preparation for the next number was going on behind the billowing sheets , Elizabeth felt herself pulled vigorously from behind . She whirled about ; Horace was beside her , all smiles . `` Hello , '' he cried cordially .