Morning, noon
Sometimes her cousin condescended to enjoy a sail of a summer 's evening , but for the most part Asahel and Elizabeth went alone . Miss Cadwallader would neither row nor ride , and was very apt to eschew walking , unless a party were going along . Over her books Elizabeth luxuriated all the rest of the time . Morning , noon , and night . The labour of talking she left to her cousin , who took to it kindly , and speedily made herself very popular . And there was certainly something very pleasant in her bright smile , always ready , and in her lovely face ; and something pleasant too in her exceeding dainty and pretty manner of dressing . She fascinated the children 's eyes , and if truth be told , more than the children .