noon
Nevertheless , I joined in that prayer , and invoked for the lady the best wishes of a poor Yankee . How I loved to sit in the holy hush of those brown old monastic aisles , thinking of Harry the Eighth , and the Reformation ! How I loved to go a roving with my eye , all along the sculptured walls and buttresses ; winding in among the intricacies of the pendent ceiling , and wriggling my fancied way like a wood-worm . I could have sat there all the morning long , through noon , unto night . But at last the benediction would come ; and appropriating my share of it , I would slowly move away , thinking how I should like to go home with some of the portly old gentlemen , with high-polished boots and Malacca canes , and take a seat at their cosy and comfortable dinner-tables . But , alas ! there was no dinner for me except at the sign of the Baltimore Clipper .