noon
Have some hoe-cake , Jimmie . Yes , sir ; youth and love constitute the world , and all that follows is a mere makeshift . Thought may come , but thought , after all , is but a dull compromise , Jimmie , a cold potato instead of a hot roll . Love is noon , and wisdom at its best is only evening . There are some quince preserves in that jar . Help yourself . Thought about her all night , did n't you ? ''