noon
I am sorry enough Beriah Sellers is in Missouri , now , but I was glad when he went . I wonder what his letter says . But of course it 's cheerful ; he 's never down-hearted -- never had any trouble in his life -- did n't know it if he had . It 's always sunrise with that man , and fine and blazing , at that -- never gets noon , though -- leaves off and rises again . Nobody can help liking the creature , he means so well -- but I do dread to come across him again ; he 's bound to set us all crazy , of course . Well , there goes old widow Hopkins -- it always takes her a week to buy a spool of thread and trade a hank of yarn . Maybe Si can come with the letter , now . ''