midday
After church came the Sunday-school . Its house was on a breezy height where the wind swept through the room unceasingly , giving wings to the children 's voices as we sang , `` Now be the gospel banner . '' But this Sunday promised unusual pleasure . I was to go with Aunt Marion to dine soon after midday with a Danish family , in real Danish West Indian fashion , and among the guests were to be some officers of the East-Indiamen . I carried with me one fear -- that we should have pigeon-pea soup . Whoever ate pigeon-pea soup , Si ' Myra said , would never want to leave the island , and I longed for those ships to go . But in due time we were asked : `` Which soup will you have -- guava-berry or pigeon-pea ? ''