noon
It was Pompey 's voice that replied . `` Ef Marse Horace do n't like her , what for they been gwine ridin ' ebery afternoon ? will you tell me dat , darkies ? an ' do n't dis niggah see him sit beside her mornin ' , noon , an ' night , laughin ' an ' talkin ' at de table an ' in de parlor ? an ' do n't she keep a kissin ' little Miss Elsie , an ' callin ' her pretty critter , sweet critter , an ' de like ? '' '' _ She _ ma to our sweet little Miss Elsie ! Bah !