midday
`` It 's getting a little cooler , I think . '' `` Confound it , no . '' Stanesby looked round discontentedly . The untidy , uninviting remains of their midday meal were still on the table , pushed aside to make room for the papers they had been reading ; it gave the place a dishevelled , comfortless air , which made its dull blank-ness ten times worse . Turner noticed it , but he did not feel on sufficiently good terms to rail at his friend 's hutkeeper , as he would have done in the morning . He only shrugged his shoulders meaningly when Stanesby called out , `` Boy ! I say , Jimmy , where 's the girl ? ''