midday
Iris was perhaps the first to recognize its quiet certainty . `` As I can not get you to talk reasonably , '' she protested , `` I must appeal to your sympathy . I am hungry , and oh , so thirsty . '' The girl had hardly eaten a morsel for her midday meal . Then she was despondent , utterly broken-hearted . Now she was filled with new hope . There was a fresh motive in existence .