noon
Have we dropped this subject forever , mademoiselle ? '' She made me a grave curtsy . `` Till we reach Montreal , '' she promised , and she did not raise her eyes . We were married at noon . The altar stood under an oak tree , and the light sifted in patterns on the ground . I wore satin , and ribbon , and shining buckle , for I carried those gewgaws in my cargo , but my finery did not shame my bride 's attire . She stood proud , and rounded , and supple in her deerskins , and a man might have gloried in her .