about noon
To the left , within its line of field stone and whitewashed rails and wild roses , the cemetery lay , like another way of speech . A little before us the mist hid the tracks , but we heard the whistle of the Fast Mail , coming in from the end of the earth . `` Ah , well , I want some wild roses , '' said I -- since a woman may always take certain refuges from life . `` I 'm coming back about noon , '' Abel told me ; `` I 'll bring you a thousand . '' He drew up Major Mary , and we sat silent , watching for the train . And the Something which found in Abel its unfailing channel came companioning us , and caught me up so that I longed unspeakably to be about the Business which Abel and Calliope followed , and followed before all else . But when I would have said more , I noted on Abel 's face some surprise , and then I myself felt it .