noon
Agnes came down to meet him in a most ravishing morning robe of pale green , a confection so stunning in conjunction with her gold-brown eyes and waving brown hair and round white throat that Bobby was forced to audible comment upon it . `` Cracking ! '' said he . `` I suppose that if I had n't had nerve enough to pop in here unexpectedly before noon I would n't have seen that gown for ages . '' It was Aunt Constance , the irrepressible , who , leaning over the stair railing , sank the iron deep into his soul . `` It was bought at Trimmer and Company 's , Grand Street side , Bobby , '' she informed him , and with this Parthian shot she went back through the up-stairs hall , laughing . `` Ouch ! ''