morning, noon
How are you ? Why , you look bonnie , bonnie ! '' He stretched out his hand and passed it gently over his wife 's faded cheek . `` I have been thinking of you morning , noon , and night , '' he said . `` You have never been out of my thoughts for a moment , you and the children -- that dear little Effie in particular , but the other children too . I had time to pause and consider during those days of waiting at The Grange , and I could not help remembering that , if anything happened to me , there were five children unprovided for -- five children , and you , Mary , with the strength of a mouse in you . '' `` That 's all you know , '' replied Mrs. Staunton , with a little show of spirit .