midday
The moment he crossed the threshold of his home the household became aware of it . There was his big voice , his deep-throated husky laugh . There was that strong-hearted kindly humanity always shining in his deep-set , blue eyes . He had returned from his surgery at the agency for his midday meal , and his abundant toned hail reached his wife in a remote bedroom in the almost luxurious home which he had had set up amidst the spruce woods lining the Deadwater trail . `` Ho , Millie ! '' he cried . `` Ho you , Mill ! ''