noon
Well , they hung more of them yesterday ! '' `` Gude day , Glenfernie ! It 's a bonny morn , and sweet to be living ! '' At noon he looked down on the Kelpie 's Pool . The air was sweet and fine , bird sounds came from the purple heather . The great blue arch of the sky smiled ; even the pool , reflecting day , seemed to have forgotten cold and dread . But for Glenfernie a dull , cold , sick horror overspread the place .