noon
It never hurt him , however , and Dorothy would pick him up and set him upon his feet again , while he joined her in laughing merrily at his own mishap . The farms were not nearly so well cared for here as they were farther back . There were fewer houses and fewer fruit trees , and the farther they went the more dismal and lonesome the country became . At noon they sat down by the roadside , near a little brook , and Dorothy opened her basket and got out some bread . She offered a piece to the Scarecrow , but he refused . `` I am never hungry , '' he said , `` and it is a lucky thing I am not , for my mouth is only painted , and if I should cut a hole in it so I could eat , the straw I am stuffed with would come out , and that would spoil the shape of my head . '' Dorothy saw at once that this was true , so she only nodded and went on eating her bread .