noon
She got off the train this morning . Horton met her . She heard it in Boston yesterday -- heard the newsboys crying it in the street . '' At noon Philip Horton made his way through the crowd with a tray and a tin coffee-pot from the camp kitchen . When he reached the carriage he found Mrs. Alexander just as he had left her in the early morning , leaning forward a little , with her hand on the lowered window , looking at the river . Hour after hour she had been watching the water , the lonely , useless stone towers , and the convulsed mass of iron wreckage over which the angry river continually spat up its yellow foam . `` Those poor women out there , do they blame him very much ? ''