midday
She had shaken off entirely all vestiges of the sense of oppression which had come on her when she first breathed the heavy stale air of the hall and saw it with its decayed furniture , huge and dim before her . It was full of sunlight now and she was merry again in the sunlight and fresh air . She ran from room to room , pulling shutters back , flinging wide the windows . Phillips followed her , listened to her while she planned these for her father 's rooms , those for her own , how breakfast should be laid on summer mornings on a balcony right over the water , how midday meals should be eaten in a shaded portico . `` And this , '' she said , `` shall be your room , for you 're to spend all your holidays here . See , if you open the window you can take a header right into the blue water -- Oh , is n't it a beautiful colour ? -- and have a morning swim . ''