twelve o'clock
So amid the hammering their voices sprang up , like two keen flames . Then Abel threw away the hammer and began to harp madly , till the little shanty throbbed with the sound of the wires and the lament of the voices that rose and fell with artless cunning . The cottage was like a tree full of thrushes . After their twelve o'clock dinner , Abel cut holly for the wreaths , and Hazel began to make them . For the first time home seemed dull . She thought wistfully of the green silk dress and the supper in the old , stately room . She thought of Vessons , and of Reddin 's eyes as he pulled her back from the door .