twelve o'clock
I found the air all oxygen , and everything `` all right . '' I did not loiter , and I did not hurry . I swung along with the feeling that every nerve and muscle drew , as in the trades a sailor feels of every rope and sail . And so I was not tired , not thirsty , till the brook appeared where I was to drink ; nor hungry till twelve o'clock came , when I was to dine . I called myself as I walked `` The Child of Good Fortune , '' because the sun was on my right quarter , as the sun should be when you walk , because the rain of yesterday had laid the dust for me , and the frost of yesterday had painted the hills for me , and the northwest wind cooled the air for me . I came to Wilkie 's Cross-Roads just in time to meet the Claremont baker and buy my dinner loaf of him . And when my walk was nearly done , I came out on the low bridge at Sewell 's , which is a drawbridge , just before they raised it for a passing boat , instead of the moment after .