noon
Her nights of anxiety and watching had left their traces upon her face ; her usually light and elastic step was feeble and slow , and she rested heavily upon the arm of her husband . His form also was bowed , and his countenance bore traces of the deepest grief . One of those sudden changes which we so often experience in this our most changeful climate , took place that day . At noon it was very warm and bright , but before we returned from the funeral it was cloudy and cold . The next day Mrs. B. was quite sick with severe cold , and the effects of the past excitement and grief . We flattered ourselves that rest and quiet , with good nursing , would soon restore her ; and you may judge of our dismay upon learning , the day after , that she was dangerously ill . `` Oh no , '' we thought and said a hundred times , `` it can not be so ; she will surely be better to-morrow . ''