noon
He remembered now that some one had pointed it out as the abode of the owner of the wagon factories ; but it had not occurred to him before to associate this girl with that village magnate . It was stupid of him , of course , because she had herself mentioned her father . He looked at her again with an awkward smile , as he formally shook the gloved hand she gave him , and lifted his soft hat . The strong noon sunlight , forcing its way down between the elms , and beating upon her parasol of lace-edged , creamy silk , made a halo about her hair and face at once brilliant and tender . He had not seen before how beautiful she was . She nodded in recognition of his salute , and moved up the lawn walk , spinning the sunshade on her shoulder . Though the parsonage was only three blocks away , the young minister had time to think about a good many things before he reached home .