midday
Well , do you want me to try it out ? What about it ? '' During the first part of his brother 's speech , Pete had faced him , but in the middle he had turned his back and stood in front of one of the clumsy windows . He looked out now at a white wall of snow , above which shone the dazzle of the midday . He whistled very softly to himself and sank his hands deep into the pockets of his corduroys . He did not answer the snarling question , but his wide , quiet mouth , exquisitely shaped , ran into a smile and a dimple , deep and narrow , cut into his thin and ruddy cheek . Between the woman , who went on with her work as though no one had come into the room , and the silent smiling youth , Hugh Garth prowled the floor like a shadow thrown by a moving light .