noon
`` I must get to work . '' She cleared the breakfast things from the table , and drawing up her chair and her workbox began painting the sets of Noah 's ark animals she had whittled the day before . She worked steadily all the morning . At noon she lunched , warming over the coffee left from breakfast , and frying a couple of sausages . By one she was bending over her table again . Her fingers -- some of them lacerated by McTeague 's teeth -- flew , and the little pile of cheap toys in the basket at her elbow grew steadily . `` Where DO all the toys go to ? ''