noon
`` We are here not to flinch . We must act . Our course is chosen , and well chosen . The prison fare is a sin , and a beefsteak goes to them both at noon from my house . '' `` Oh , why did n't we ever think of that before ? '' cried the ladies , in an ecstasy , and fell to planning a series of lunches in spite of what Siskiyou might say or do . Siskiyou did not say very much ; but it looked ; and the ladies waxed more enthusiastic , luxuriating in a sense of martyrdom because now the prisoners were stopped writing any more letters to them .