noon
-LSB- Illustration : `` It was a wonderful hour '' -RSB- The Ladies ' Aiders were forgotten . Even the glad game was not thought of . Pollyanna , with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes was trailing down the golden ages led by a romance-fed boy who -- though she did not know it -- was trying to crowd into this one short hour of congenial companionship countless dreary days of loneliness and longing . Not until the noon bells sent Pollyanna hurrying homeward did she remember that she did not even yet know the boy 's name . `` I only know it is n't ` Sir James , ' '' she sighed to herself , frowning with vexation . `` But never mind . I can ask him to-morrow . ''