morning, noon
`` Catches for HIM ? '' with a frightened look at the child 's shut eyes . `` The ` Adeste Fideles ' is moral , but it is not a merry air . You sing it morning , noon , and night , '' he grumbled . `` Yes , '' she whispered , laying the child in its crib . `` One never knows how much HE understands , and he may remember , I thought . Some day when he is a great boy , he may hear it and he 'll think , ` My mother sang that hymn .