noon
I can sit for hours and recall the past , it is so sweet . When I received your dear letter from Armine yesterday , and knew indeed that you had gone , I went and walked in our woods , and sat down on the very bank we loved so , and read your letter over and over again ; and then I thought of all you had said . It is so strange ; I think I could repeat every word you have uttered since we first knew each other . The morning that began so miserably wore away before I dreamed it could be noon . Papa arrived about an hour before dinner . So kind and good ! And why should he not be ?