noon
The bird was trilling and quavering in the most wonderful way , telling him as he understood it , to go back whence he had come , and he went at once . Then came Paul , not more than half awakened , and the music of the song lulled him . He did not have time to ask himself any question before he had returned to sleep , and the bird sang on , announcing that noon was coming and all was yet well . An hour after the little gray bird had announced that it was noon and all was well Henry awoke , and now he sat up . The bird , hearing rustlings below , and feeling that his task of watchman was over , flew away . His song was heard for a moment or two in the boughs of a tree , then it grew faint and died in the distance . But his work was done and he had done it well .