noon
It was n't until yesterday morning that any kind of perspective came back to us . I went to bed the night before wondering about Dinky-Dunk and hoping against hope that he 'd come galloping over to make sure his family were still in the land of the living . But he did n't come . And before noon I learned that Casa Grande had not been touched by the hail . That at least was a relief , for it meant that Duncan was safe and sound . In a way , yesterday , there was nothing to do , and yet there was a great deal to do . It reminded me of the righting up after a funeral .