Noons
I can not let the day pass without sending you a small token of neighborly affection , and because the hour is late and I have nothing better in sight I trust you will pardon my seeming egotism in presenting my own picture . Wish bushels of joyful wishes for you future , I will sign myself Your fast friend , Lone Star Polly Plays the Part of Eva Summer still lingered , but signs were abroad of her coming departure . Noons were hot , and nights were chill ; bird carols were infrequent ; chrysanthemums were unfurling their buds . The vines that festooned the windows of the children 's convalescent ward sent an occasional yellow-coated messenger to the lilac bushes below -- a messenger that never came back . Inside the ward there were even greater changes . Of the old set of summer patients only a few remained to keep Polly company .