twelve o'clock
What a goose I have been ! '' As fast as the blackberries dropped into the pail , so fell these reflections into Diana 's heart ; and when the one was full , so was the other . And as she set down her pail and began upon a fresh empty one , so she did with her thoughts ; they began all over again too . `` Miss Starling , it is twelve o'clock , '' cried Mrs. Reverdy ; `` where are all the rest of the people ? Do you work all day without dinner ? I expected to see a great picnic out under the trees here . '' `` This is not the picnic place , '' said Diana .