Morning, noon
`` What is it ? What is the matter with Mary ? she is horribly polite , but were I a leper she could not hold herself more aloof . Morning , noon , and night she has engagements , and frequently with that brass-coated mine-owner of the Middle West . Do you think '' -- his face darkened , fear had unnerved him -- `` do you think she has any idea of marrying him ? '' Miss Gibbie 's head turned . The cup on its way to her lips was held back and her left eye closed .