noon
If this train of thought has no very particular application to what follows , it was nevertheless suggested by it , and of its relevancy others must judge . Look into this school room . It is a warm , sleepy afternoon in July ; there is scarcely air enough to stir the leaves of the tall buttonwood tree before the door , or to lift the loose leaves of the copy book in the window ; the sun has been diligently shining into those curtainless west windows ever since three o'clock , upon those blotted and mangled desks , and those decrepit and tottering benches , and that great arm chair , the high place of authority . You can faintly hear , about the door , the `` craw , craw , '' of some neighboring chickens , which have stepped around to consider the dinner baskets , and pick up the crumbs of the noon 's repast . For a marvel , the busy school is still , because , in truth , it is too warm to stir . You will find nothing to disturb your meditation on character , for you can not hear the beat of those little hearts , nor the bustle of all those busy thoughts . Now look around .