One o'clock
The green country extended on either side of the road , and here and there the colza in flower presented a waving expanse of yellow , from which there arose a strong , wholesome , sweet and penetrating smell , which the wind carried to some distance . The cornflowers showed their little blue heads among the rye , and the women wanted to pick them , but Monsieur Rivet refused to stop . Then sometimes a whole field appeared to be covered with blood , so thickly were the poppies growing , and the cart , which looked as if it were filled with flowers of more brilliant hue , drove on through the fields colored with wild flowers , and disappeared behind the trees of a farm , only to reappear and to go on again through the yellow or green standing crops , which were studded with red or blue . One o'clock struck as they drove up to the carpenter 's door . They were tired out , and pale with hunger , as they had eaten nothing since they left home , and Madame Rivet ran out , and made them alight , one after another , and kissed them as soon as they were on the ground , and she seemed as if she would never tire of kissing her sister-in-law , whom she apparently wanted to monopolize . They had lunch in the workshop , which had been cleared out for the next day 's dinner . A capital omelette , followed by boiled chitterlings , and washed down by good , sharp cider , made them all feel comfortable .