noon
But I did n't feel as sorry for myself as I did for my poor master : he did n't have a damned bite to eat in a week . At least , we did n't have anything to eat at the house . When he went out I do n't know how he got along , where he went or what he ate . And if you could only have seen him coming down the street at noon , holding himself straight , and skinnier than a full-blooded greyhound ! And because of his damn what-do-you-call it -- honor -- he would take a toothpick -LRB- and there were n't very many of those in the house either -RRB- and go out the door , picking at what did n't have anything between them and still grumbling about the cursed place . He 'd say , `` Look how bad things are . And it 's this blasted house that 's causing it all .