midday
And now -- as nearly always -- there was a flutter of soft whiteness about her , for the day was as warm as mid-summer . He could not have told what it was that she wore , but her fluttering white garments might have been woven of the mists training over the hills , so ethereal they looked , seen through the golden green of the delicate willow leaves that were still gilded by the afterglow which had vanished from the shadowed river . Her smiling face could not have been more radiant had the sunlight shone full upon it . The dusk of evening seemed always lingering under the long curling lashes that made her blue eyes so dark , and her hair was as black at midday as at midnight . So that now -- when she shook her head at the boy -- a wonderful long , thick , silky lock escaped its fastenings , and the wind caught it and spun it like silk into the finest blue-black floss . `` Yes , sir , you 've been dreaming again ! You need n't pretend you were thinking -- you do n't know how to think .