noon
The next day Titee was late for school . It was something unusual , for he was always the first on hand to fix some plan of mechanism to make the teacher miserable . She looked reprovingly at him this morning , when he came in during arithmetic class , his hair all wind-blown , his cheeks rosy from a hard fight with the sharp blasts . But he made up for his tardiness by his extreme goodness all day ; just think , Titee did not even eat once before noon , a something unparalleled in the entire previous history of his school life . When the lunch-hour came , and all the yard was a scene of feast and fun , one of the boys found him standing by a post , disconsolately watching a ham sandwich as it rapidly disappeared down the throat of a sturdy , square-headed little fellow . `` Hello , Edgar , '' he said , `` what you got fer lunch ? '' `` Nothin ' , '' was the mournful reply .