about noon
` Pardner , ' I says , ` sure it 's a nice day . You 're the first gentleman in all New York to observe that the intricacies of human speech might not be altogether wasted on William Kingsbury . But do n't you think , ' says I , ` that 't was a little cool early in the morning ; and ai n't there a feeling of rain in the air to-night ? But along about noon it sure was gallupsious weather . How 's all up to the house ? You doing right well with the caffy , now ? ' `` Well , sir , that galoot just turns his back and walks off stiff , without a word , after all my trying to be agreeable !