midday
Gilbert said nothing . There was nothing to say . Of course it was hot ; and he knew Uncle Henry could be depended upon to continue any conversation once begun . Sure enough , it was n't the weather at all that he was deeply interested in , but the forthcoming midday meal . `` Say , ai n't we never goin ' to eat ? I 'm as hungry as a bear . '' `` Dinner ought to be ready now , '' Gilbert answered patiently , never looking up from his paper .