noon
The brocade hangings of the front window were only partly drawn . Between them , Gwendolyn made out more of those fat sheep straying down the azure field of the sky . She lay very still and counted them ; and , counting , slept , but restlessly , with eyes only half-shut and nervous starts . Awakening at noon the listlessness was gone , and she felt stronger . Her eyes were bright , too . There was a faint color in cheeks and lips . `` Miss Royle ! ''