noon
`` There 's the old man ! '' Apprehensively , abasedly , but with legs still stolidly apart , Missy looked up . Yes , there was Mr. Picker , elbowing his way through the crowd . Then an icy trickle chilled her spine ; following Mr. Picker , carrying his noon mail , was Rev. MacGill . `` Here ! -- What 's this ? '' demanded Mr. Picker .