noon
`` It will cost more , I suppose , '' he muttered regretfully to himself , as he entered a neat cafe where the door was opened to him by a boy in livery . `` Bread and milk , '' he ordered of the trim maid , and he smiled to himself contentedly at the daintiness with which it was served . The milk was cool and sweet , and Doodles was hungry . The whistles and clocks announced that it was noon , and soon afterward people began to stream in . Women with shopping-bags and bundles , men with newspapers , hatless working-girls ; but everywhere were courtesy and low voices . Doodles was glad of his choice . He sat eating slowly , wishing he knew at what time he would be most likely to meet Mr. Randolph , when he stared at a man coming toward him -- it was the president of the Paper Company !