noon
Cold enough ! He turned , closed the door , shivered . Then he stopped halfway to the stove , and stared . Last night , or rather in that black part of the early day when they had gone to bed , Father Roland had warned him to make no noise in the morning ; that they would let David sleep until noon ; that he was sick , worn out , and needed rest . And there he stood now in the doorway of his room , even before the fire was started -- looking five years younger than he looked last night , nodding cheerfully . Thoreau grinned . '' _ Boo-jou , m ` sieu _ , '' he said in his Cree-French .