noon
They drove out of the yard , fine as fiddlers , and I watched 'em go . When I turned around , there was Beriah watching 'em too , and he was smiling for the first time that morning . But it was one of them kind of smiles that makes you wish he 'd cry . At ha ` f-past ten it begun to sprinkle ; at eleven 't was raining hard ; at noon 't was a pouring , roaring , sou'easter , and looked good for the next twelve hours at least . `` Good Lord ! Beriah , '' says Cap'n Jonadab , running into the Weather Bureau , `` you 've missed stays THIS time , for sure . Has your prophecy-works got indigestion ? ''