noon
_ Did you see Dylks off , Squire Braile ? And a good riddance to bad rubbage , _ I _ say . '' Hughey Blake , long-haired , barefooted and freckled , hung about the door of Nancy 's cabin , where she sat with her little girl playing in the weedy turf at her foot . The late October weather was sometimes hot at noon , but the evenings were cool and the evening air was sweet with the scent of the ripened corn , and the faint odor of the fallen leaves . The grasshoppers still hissed ; at moments the crickets within and without the cabin creaked plaintively . `` I just come , '' Hughey said , `` to see if you thought she would n't go to the Temple with me , to-night . The Flock lets us have our turn reg ` lar now , and we 're goin ' to have Thursday evenin ' meetin ' like we used to . ''