noon
His hair was a warm leaf brown , peculiarly soft and thick . Little Jim 's forehead was the forehead of a dreamer . His mouth and chin were dogged , persistent , energetic . When he was not in school , Jim never missed the noon hour at the quarry . He had his father 's love for mechanics . He had his father 's love for law and order making , the gift to both of their unmixed Anglo-Saxon ancestry . When Big Jim did talk at the noon hour , it was usually to try to educate his Italian and Polish fellow workmen to his New England viewpoint .