About noon
My two Kentucky bays went for the horizon until it come sailing in so fast you wanted to dodge it like a clothesline . Mame was full of talk and rattled on like a kid about her old home and her school pranks and the things she liked and the hateful ways of those Johnson girls just across the street , ` way up in Indiana . Not a word was said about Ed Collier or victuals or such solemn subjects . About noon Mame looks and finds that the lunch she had put up in a basket had been left behind . I could have managed quite a collation , but Mame did n't seem to be grieving over nothing to eat , so I made no lamentations . It was a sore subject with me , and I ruled provender in all its branches out of my conversation . `` I am minded to touch light on explanations how I came to lose the way .