noon
I plucked up wonderfully when I thought of all these things ; though I did not at all like wearing Bill 's clothes . I felt that I looked like a dirty young tramp , and that anybody who saw me would think that I was one . Besides , I had always hated dirt and untidiness , and the feeling that I carried both about me was hateful . But Bill 's clothes were to be a great help to me before noon that day . As I wandered along the road , wondering where I could get something to eat -LRB- for I was now very hungry -RRB- , I came to a turnpike . The turnpike-keeper was cleaning his windows , outside his little house . When he saw me , he just popped his head inside the door , and said something to some people inside .