noon
For once the old negress hurried along without railing at the world . She moved with a silent , but , in a way , self-respecting , flight . Peter could see by the tilt of her head and the set of her shoulders that not only did her spoil gratify her enmity to mankind in general and the Captain in particular , but she was well within her rights in her acquisition . She disappeared around a syringa bush , and was heard no more until she reappeared to cook the noon meal , as vitriolic as ever . * * * * * When Peter entered the library , old Captain Renfrew greeted him with morning wishes , thus sustaining the fiction that they had not seen each other before , that morning . The old gentleman seemed pleased but somewhat excited over his new secretary . He moved some of his books aimlessly from one table to another , placed them in exact piles as if he were just about to plunge into heroic labor , and could not give time to such details once he had begun .