noon
`` It 's a beautiful boat , Mr. Genesis . I do thank you ! '' Genesis , the son , laid aside his tools and approached . `` Pappy finish whittlin ' spang on 'em noon whistles , '' he chuckled . `` Come ` long , pappy . I bet you walk fas ' ` nuff goin ' todes dinnuh . I hear fry-cakes ploppin ' in skillet ! ''