noon
`` Brace up there , Daniel Arker , and quit your blubbering ! '' I cried . Daniel was a snuffler . Whenever I had a companion in the schoolhouse at the noon recess , it was generally this lad , and when he was there he was nursing a wound and snuffling . If there was any trouble to be got into , if there was a flying ball to come in contact with , ice to break through or a limb to snap , Daniel never failed to be on hand . Then he would burst rudely into my solitude and while I sopped cold water over his injured members , he would blubber . When I turned from him to my own corner by the window , the blubber would die away into a snuffle , and there he would sit , his head buried in his hands , snuffling and snuffling until books .