nearly noon
`` We might be a thousand miles away from the city , for all the looks of it , might n't we , Condy ? '' said Blix , after a while . `` And I 'm that HUNGRY ! It must be nearly noon . '' For answer , Condy sat up with profound gravity , and with a great air of nonchalance opened the handbag , and , instead of shoes took out , first , a pint bottle of claret , then `` devilish '' ham sandwiches in oiled paper , a bottle of stuffed olives , a great bag of salted almonds , two little tumblers , a paper-covered novel , and a mouth organ . Blix fairly crowed with delight , clasping her hands upon her knees , and rocking to and fro where she sat upon the log . `` Oh , Condy , and you thought of a LUNCH -- you said it was shoes -- and you remembered I loved stuffed olives , too ; and a book to read .