noon
When she reached the seed-bag again , she threw the string over her head and started up a row determinedly . For a rod or more she did not pause either to be polite or to scare away gophers , but hurried along very fast , with her eyes to the ground . Suddenly she chanced to look just ahead of her , and stopped abruptly , standing erect . Her shadow pointed straight for the bluff : it was noon and high time to eat dinner . She sat down on the marker and munched her sandwiches of salted lard and corn-meal bread with great appetite . She was just finishing them when the call of a goose far overhead attracted her attention . She got down and lay flat on her back , with her head on the seed-bag , to watch the flock , high above her , speeding northward to the lakes , their leader crying commands to the gray company that flew in V-shaped order behind him .