noon
`` Do you get very tired , Em ? '' her brother asked , as she sat in the doorway at nightfall . The girl leaned her head against the casement as if to steady her weary voice . `` Not very , '' she said slowly and gravely ; `` it 's a little warm at noon , but I do n't mind it . '' `` I thought sure I 'd be up by this time , '' fretted the invalid , the yearning in his heart that pain could not quench turning his sympathy to envy . `` The doctor says you 're getting on real well , Ben , '' said Em steadily . The young fellow looked down at his wasted hands , gray and ghostly in the twilight .