noon
`` It 's just plain cheating -- and it 's horrid , '' declared Cordelia , with emphasis . Genevieve 's face turned a sudden , painful red , for some unapparent reason . `` Y-yes , it must be , '' she murmured faintly , as she turned to go . On the walk home that noon , Harold , as was frequently the case , overtook her . `` Well , what part of the world would you like changed to-day ? '' he asked , with a smiling glance at her frowning face . `` Chiefly , I reckon I 'd like no school , '' sighed Genevieve ; `` but if I ca n't have that , I 'd like another box of teachers opened so we could have a new one . ''