noons
There were plenty of places a-top of the cave , where you could sit and keep dry even at high water , though it would be `` sort of poky , '' too . Eyebright 's imagination was fired by this description , and she besought papa to take her there at once . He promised that he would `` some day , '' but the day seemed long in coming , as holidays always do to busy people ; and June passed , and July , and still the Oven was unvisited , though Eyebright did not forget her wish to go . August came at last , -- the delicious north-of-Maine August , with hot , brilliant noons , and cool , balmy nights , so different from the murky , steamy August of everywhere else , -- and was half over , when one afternoon papa came in with a piece of news . `` What should you say , Eyebright , if I were to go off for the whole day to-morrow ? '' he asked . `` Why , papa Bright , what do you mean ?