morning, noon
`` Much _ better _ , '' says Luttrell , placidly . `` I do hate having my tea poured out for me , '' goes on Molly , not deigning to notice him . `` I am convinced Sarah lived with a retired tallow-chandler , or something equally horrible , before she came to us . She has one idol to which she sacrifices morning , noon , and night , and I think she calls it ` style . ' '' `` And what is that ? '' interposes Luttrell , anxiously . `` I do n't know , but I think it has something to do with not putting the tea-pot on the tray , for instance , and taking the pretty fresh covers off the drawing-room chairs when any one is coming , to convince them of the green damask beneath .