about noon
An ' there we is now . An ' as this is the end of the bridal-trip story , I 'll go an ' take a look at the cow an ' the chickens an ' the horse , if you do n't mind . '' Which we did n't , -- and we gladly went with her over the estate . It was about noon of a very fair July day , in the next summer , when Euphemia and myself arrived at the little town where we were to take the stage up into the mountains . We were off for a two weeks ' vacation and our minds were a good deal easier than when we went away before , and left Pomona at the helm . We had enlarged the boundaries of Rudder Grange , having purchased the house , with enough adjoining land to make quite a respectable farm . Of course I could not attend to the manifold duties on such a place , and my wife seldom had a happier thought than when she proposed that we should invite Pomona and her husband to come and live with us .