noon
ASKED THE MILLER -RSB- `` Well , '' answered the miller , `` you see , it 's this way : I am here all alone all day ; there 's no room in the mill except for me and the sacks of corn . It all belongs to me , even the old willow-tree . I let a little woman who lives quite near here hang the cradle on the limb every morning . As she goes to work in the village , she puts her baby in the cradle and the wind rocks it to sleep until she comes back at noon . Then she goes away again and comes back at evening and takes the cradle home with her . The baby is very good ; that is , it has been so far ; but you can never tell how long a baby will be good . '' `` That 's true of every one , '' said Puss , with much gravity .