noon
Now then for breakfast . That over , I dare say the Squire will drop in . '' But the breakfast was over , and the two flecks of pale light had changed to golden beams , and the golden beams grew less and less slanting , till they straightened themselves up out of sight altogether . It was noon , and no Squire . `` He 's gone a-hunting before breakfast , and got belated , '' thought Israel . The afternoon shadows lengthened . It was sunset ; no Squire .