noon
He wo n't despise the poor now he has gone into heaven again ; for he will remember how he was poor once . Mother says , nothing will break her heart but living to see us do some wicked deed , and that she could not survive that . We must be careful not to break her heart , mus n't we , Arthur ? '' So the lads rode on till noon ; and when the sun shone out warmly , the forest-trees looked more magnificent in its golden light , than King Solomon in all his glory . There was the crimson-leaved maple , and the yellow beach , and the variegated oak , mingled with the fresh green hemlocks and pines . There was something in the quiet , and deep stillness of the woods , which made the boys silent , as they rode through ; they felt the influence of its exceeding beauty , though they could not have expressed it in words ; for God always speaks to us through his works , and if we will listen to the voice , our hearts will be softened , and pleasant and profitable thoughts will arise . It was two in the afternoon , when John and Arthur reached Mr. Martin 's .