About noon
Honor winced , but said nothing . The youngest child , who did not have to go to school , was brought -- a pretty little boy with brown curls , which the sun , streaming through the panes , turned to gold . The morning passed slowly . About noon Mercy took the child 's hand , and smoothed his curls . `` My sister Honor had golden curls like that , '' she whispered . `` They were in the family , Bobby , '' Honor answered . `` Your granny had them , too , when she was a girl . ''