midday
If Henry 'd been as smart an ' penetrating as some folks , I do n't know as we 'd have made out so well together . Ai n't it lucky for me he ai n't ? '' Ann Whittle sniffed suspiciously . She never felt quite sure of Abby Daggett : there was a lurking sparkle in her demure blue eyes and a suspicious dimple near the corner of her mouth which ruffled Mrs. Whittle 's temper , already strained to the breaking point by the heat and dust of their midday journey . `` Well , I never should have thought of such a thing , as going to Ladies ' Aid in all this heat , if you had n't come after me , Abby , '' she said crossly . `` I guess flannel petticoats for the heathen could have waited a spell . '' `` Mebbe they could , Ann , '' Mrs. Daggett said soothingly .