twelve o'clock
` Now , mother , do n't vex yourself , or I shall be sorry I have spoken . Just let that extra shilling a week I am to have go for the youngster 's mid-day meal . Get him something better than bread and butter to take with him -- sandwiches or a little meat-pie . They say people who work with their brains want as much to eat as those who work with their hands , and I am sure two slices of bread and butter would n't satisfy me at twelve o'clock . ' ` Mother , I think I shall be obliged to wear that other jacket to go to school , ' said Horace one evening as he ate his dinner . He had come home from school looking almost radiant , and his mother had heard incidentally that one of the other boys had walked most of the way with him . ` But I thought you said no one lived this way ? '