noon
Faith and her mother sat there , in the hillside parlor , talking thankfully , and happily , with Roger Armstrong . So a half hour passed by . Mr. Gartney would come , with further tidings , when he had been able to speak with the physicians . The shadows of shrub and tree crept and shortened to the lines of noon , and still , no word . They began to wonder , why . Mr. Armstrong would go back . He might be wanted , somehow .