noon
Elvin sat with his head bent , looking fixedly at a root of plantain ; but Molly confronted the alien faces with a haughty challenging stare , while her cheeks painted themselves ever a deeper red . Dilly leaned happily back against the elm trunk , and dwelt upon the fleece-hung sky ; and her black eyes grew still calmer and more content . She looked as if she had learned what things are lovely and of good repute . When the town-clock struck noon , she brought forth their little luncheon , and pressed it upon the others , with a nice hospitality . Elvin shook his head , but Molly ate a trifle , for pride 's sake . `` You go an ' git him a mite o ' water , '' whispered Dilly , when they had finished . `` I would , but I du n no the ways o ' this place .