noon
Never had he so won upon her ; never had she let him feel so close to her before . They strolled up and down upon the sidewalk , eating , one thought between them , and soon she had learned to play the accordion almost as well as he . So passed a happy hour , which the Good King Rene of Anjou would have envied them , while Mitchy-Mitch made friends with Duke , romped about his sister and her swain , and clung to the hand of the latter , at intervals , with fondest affection and trust . The noon whistles failed to disturb this little Arcady ; only the sound of Mrs. Jones ' voice for the third time summoning Marjorie and Mitchy-Mitch to lunch -- sent Penrod on his way . `` I could come back this afternoon , I guess , '' he said , in parting . `` I 'm not goin ' to be here . I 'm goin ' to Baby Rennsdale 's party . ''