noon
My landlady looked at my canvas child , and then at me , and laughed . ` To Mr. Aaron 's , sir ? ' Asking this , she put her hands upon the edges of the framework of the canvas . ` Yes , madame , ' I answered , for we have always the same formula on Fridays at noon . ` To my estimable uncle round the corner . ' ` Anything more than usual ? ' my landlady asked me .