noon
In her pocketbook she had a tidy sum saved out of the housekeeping money . She was naturally thrifty , and Orville had never been niggardly . Her meals when Orville was on the road , had been those sketchy , haphazard affairs with which women content themselves when their household is manless . At noon she went into the dining car and ordered a flaunting little repast of chicken salad and asparagus , and Neapolitan ice cream . The men in the dining car eyed her speculatively and with appreciation . Then their glance dropped to the third finger of her left hand , and wandered away . She had meant to remove it .