twelve
o'clock
She rode into the little village , propped her bicycle against the railings that surrounded the old stocks that stood on the village green , and there sat on a seat and watched the ducks in the green village pond and the children playing cricket . Then , after waiting perhaps an hour , she would mount and ride slowly back to Buddesby again . It was the programme that she carried out this morning . It was twelve o'clock when she came in sight of Buddesby village , a mile distant as yet . `` Missy ! Missy ! '' Someone was calling .