about noon
You 're sleepy . You can have Sullivan 's red necktie to dream over if you think it will help any . '' Mrs. Klopton 's voice came drowsily from the next room , punctuated by a yawn . `` Oh , I forgot to tell you , '' she called , with the suspicious lisp which characterizes her at night , `` somebody called up about noon , Mr. Lawrence . It was long distance , and he said he would call again . The name was '' -- she yawned -- `` Sullivan . '' I have always smiled at those cases of spontaneous combustion which , like fusing the component parts of a seidlitz powder , unite two people in a bubbling and ephemeral ecstasy .