morning, noon
I do n't want to go back , but -- oh , Tommy , what else is there to do ? '' Tommy shook his head sadly . There was a silence , and then Tuppence burst out : `` Money , money , money ! I think about money morning , noon and night ! I dare say it 's mercenary of me , but there it is ! '' `` Same here , '' agreed Tommy with feeling . `` I 've thought over every imaginable way of getting it too , '' continued Tuppence .