midday
` Do n't you like the school , Mr. Ruddiman ? ' ` Oh , I ca n't say I _ dis _ like it . But since I 've been living here -- well , it 's no use thinking of impossibilities . ' Towards midday the pony and trap came back , driven by a lad from Woodbury , who had business in this direction . Miss Fouracres asked him to unharness and stable the pony , and whilst this was being done Mr. Ruddiman stood by , studiously observant . He had pleasure in every detail of the inn life . To-day he several times waited upon passing guests , and laughed exultantly at the perfection he was attaining .