noon
cried Puss , gaily . `` Although the morn is awake , I fear Boy Blue is still asleep . '' And with these words our small hero cantered down the road and out of sight . Toward noon of a fine day Puss , Jr. , halted his good gray horse near a meadow . Standing near the fence , sharpening his scythe , stood a young farmer . His wide straw hat kept off the sun and his loose shirt and open collar let in the breeze which was blowing across the green grass . `` Warm day , '' said Puss , as he drew rein .