noon
Mr. Cowan was untwisting the lines from the plow handles preparatory to making another round . He suddenly remembered to be discreet , and winked one eye with indescribable slyness . `` A little bird whispered to me , '' he laughed . At noon , when he told Mrs. Cowan about it , he said it was queer how that answer of his seemed to hit the teacher . She went away laughing , and he could hear her for fully a quarter of a mile kind of chuckling to herself . `` Sorry , sir , '' said the man in the box-office of the Grand , `` but the house has been sold out for two days now . The standing room has gone too . ''