About noon
Ann ! sorrow and joy are like the clouds and the sun . '' It is never destined that man should remain long in Eden . About noon that day Ann heard a shout from the direction of the lake outside among the dead trees ; the shout was repeated yet nearer , and in a minute or two she recognised the voice and heard the sound of oars splashing up the narrow channel made by the running creek . The thought of this deliverance had not occurred to her ; yet when she recognised the voice it seemed to her natural enough that David Brown should have divined where his canoe might have been brought . She stood waiting while his boat came up the creek . The young athlete sprang from it , question and reproach in his handsome young face .