noon
... I think -- I think this is the end of the fiery waiting ... . Little boy , you shall heal the broken dreams , and I shall read in your eyes -- the world-secret which aches so heavily in the breasts of women . '' * * * * * Long afterward she heard his step upon the stair again ... . As she turned to the door from the far corner -- there was a tiny cry -- just as she had heard it before -- in that high noon . She went back to the child . And Bedient with further bundles , waited smiling outside the door . END .