noon
Then again in his right ear he heard the little rhyme beginning : `` Guardian of gold in the pine tree wold ! '' and a soft voice whispered : `` Stupid Charcoal-Peter ! silly Peter Munk ! can not you find a rhyme to ` grow , ' and yet you were born at noon on a Sunday ! Rhyme , stupid Peter , rhyme ! '' -LSB- Illustration : Peter 's dream in the woodman 's cottage . -RSB- He sighed and groaned in his sleep , he tried hard to find a rhyme ; but as he had never been able to make one when awake , to do so in a dream was equally beyond him .