midday
That night , late as it was , I wrote a long letter to Marjie . I had no pangs of jealousy , and I felt that she knew me too well to doubt my faith , and yet I wanted just once more to assure her . When I had finished , I went out softly and took my way down to `` Rockport . '' It was one of those glorious midsummer moonlit nights that have in their subdued splendor something more regal than the most gorgeous midday . I was thankful afterwards for the perfect beauty of that peaceful night , with never a hint of the encroaching shadows , the deep gloom of sorrow creeping toward me and my loved one . The town was sleeping quietly . The Neosho was `` chattering over stony ways , '' and whispering its midnight melody .