midday
`` His shadow . It will follow me and fall over baby . '' `` What do you mean ? '' Mehetabel made no reply , and the widow buried herself in preparation for the midday meal , a very humble one of bread and weak tea . `` There 's drippin ' in the bowl , '' she said , `` you can put some o ' that on the bread . And now , give me the little chap . You are not afraid of trusting him to me ? ''