noon
We thought the Story Girl was making fun of us . But I believe she really had a strange gift of thinking in colours . In later years , when we were grown up , she told me of it again . She said that everything had colour in her thought ; the months of the year ran through all the tints of the spectrum , the days of the week were arrayed as Solomon in his glory , morning was golden , noon orange , evening crystal blue , and night violet . Every idea came to her mind robed in its own especial hue . Perhaps that was why her voice and words had such a charm , conveying to the listeners ' perception such fine shadings of meaning and tint and music . `` Well , let 's go and have something to eat , '' suggested Dan .