midday
He did not even miss the glance of Donald 's eyes towards John Hamilton 's daughters , passing up the street like a gay posy of flowers . Duncan Polite 's heart was ever young and he smiled sympathetically as he caught the answering glance from a pair of bright eyes beneath a big white hat . The minister came slowly down the aisle , shaking hands with all . He had only time for his midday meal and then he was away again to his other charge , a church some nine miles distant on one of the township roads colloquially styled the Tenth . But Mr. Cameron never hurried away without a word with his two old friends . `` Ye 're no lookin ' well the day , sir , '' said Andrew Johnstone anxiously . `` The work 's ower hard on ye in the hot weather ; ye 're needin ' a bit rest . ''