noon
`` Ca n't you see you lose time by changing your position so often ? What makes you fidget so ? '' Nance set her teeth resolutely and held her tongue . But her Irish instinct always suffered from restraint and by the time the noon whistle blew , she was in a state of sullen resentment . The thought of her beloved Miss Stanley and what she would think of these surroundings brought a lump into her throat . `` Come on over here , '' called Mag from a group of girls at the open window . `` Do n't you mind what Bean says .