noon
How afraid we were of those committee men , and how hard we studied the fly-leaves of our `` joggerphies '' while they were there , feeling so proud that we knew more than `` that great Gust ! '' That dear , queer , funny old school-house ! No other hall of learning will ever seem like that to me ! Did n't we go at noon to the spring under the river bank and `` duck '' our little heads , till our mothers found it out and forbade it ? Did n't we squeeze long-legged grasshoppers , and solemnly repeat the couplet : -- `` Grass ` per , grass ` per Gray , Give me some m ` lasses , And _ then _ fly away . '' Did n't we fling flat pebbles in the river to the tune of `` One to make ready , Two to prepare , Three to go slap-dash , Right -- in -- there '' ? And how we enjoyed our dinners under the spreading oil-nut tree , chatting as we ate , and deciding every day anew that Tempy Ann made the nicest sage cheese in the world , and our Ruthie the best turnovers .