noon
Is there another race on earth which could produce a man in such a situation who would not on such a day sing , or whistle , or at least hold up his head and look at all the earthly glories about him ? '' I was silent , but not for lack of material for speech . ` Niram 's reasons for austere self-control were not such as I cared to discuss with a man of my cousin 's mental attitude . As we sat looking at him the noon whistle from the village blew and the wise old horses stopped in the middle of a furrow . ` Niram unharnessed them , led them to the shade of a tree , and put on their nose-bags . Then he turned and came toward the house . `` Do n't I seem to remember , '' murmured my cousin under his breath , `` that , even though he is a New-Englander , he has been known to make up errands to your kitchen to see your pretty Ev ` leen Ann ? ''