noon
As Gwendolyn searched out some few remaining bits from the crevices of the bag , she shook her yellow hair hopelessly . Truly there was no fathoming grown-ups ! The morning which had begun so propitiously ended in gloom . At the noon dinner , Thomas looked harassed . He had set the table for one . That single plate , as well as the empty arm-chair so popular with Jane , emphasized the infestivity . As for the heavy curtains at the side window , which -- as near as Gwendolyn could puzzle it out -- were the cause of the late unpleasantness , these were closely drawn .