noon
did anybody ever try to clean a neglected carrot or beet bed , or bend his back in a hot sun over rows of weedy onions ! He is the man to feel for my despair ! How I weeded , and sweat , and sighed ! till , when high noon came on , as the result of all my toils , only three beds were cleaned ! And how disconsolate looked the good seed , thus unexpectedly delivered from its sheltering tares , and laid open to a broiling July sun ! Every juvenile beet and carrot lay flat down wilted , and drooping , as if , like me , they had been weeding , instead of being weeded . `` This weeding is quite a serious matter , '' said I to my wife ; `` the fact is , I must have help about it ! ''