noon
Through the long night she knelt at Crailey 's side , his hand always pressed to her breast or cheek , her eyes always upward , and her lips moving with her prayers , not for Crailey to be spared , but that the Father would take good care of him in heaven till she came . `` I had already given him up , '' she said to Tom , meekly , in a small voice . `` I knew it was to come , and perhaps this way is better than that -- I thought it would be far away from me . Now I can be with him , and perhaps I shall have him a little longer , for he was to have gone away before noon . '' The morning sun rose upon a fair world , gay with bird-chatterings from the big trees of the Carewe place , and pleasant with the odors of Miss Betty 's garden , and Crailey , lying upon the bed of the man who had shot him , hearkened and smiled good-by to the summer he loved ; and , when the day broke , asked that the bed be moved so that he might lie close by the window . It was Tom who had borne him to that room . `` I have carried him before this , '' he said , waving the others aside .