The noon sun
Stella was looking away across the lake , at the deep cleft where Silver Creek split a mountain range in twain . `` Look around , '' said he , `` and tell me what you think of the House of Fyfe . '' There it stood , snow-white , broad-porched , a new house reared upon the old stone foundation she remembered . The noon sun struck flashing on the windows . About it spread the living green of the grassy square , behind that towered the massive , darker-hued background of the forest . `` Oh , '' she exclaimed . `` What wizard of construction did the work .