noon
`` Hokay ! '' she said harshly , turning on him . `` Zen down on your knees , dog ! '' It was a fortnight and Gusterson was loping down the home stretch on his 40,000-word insanity novel before Fay dropped in again , this time promptly at high noon . Normally Fay cringed his shoulders a trifle and was inclined to slither , but now he strode aggressively , his legs scissoring in a fast , low goosestep . He whipped off the sunglasses that all moles wore topside by day and began to pound Gusterson on the back while calling boisterously , `` How are you , Gussy Old Boy , Old Boy ? '' Daisy came in from the kitchen to see why Gusterson was choking .