noon
Good morning . You 'll know me the next time you see me . '' Clearly my get-up was good enough for the dreaded Surveyor . I went on with my work , and as the morning grew towards noon I was cheered by a little traffic . A baker 's van breasted the hill , and sold me a bag of ginger biscuits which I stowed in my trouser-pockets against emergencies . Then a herd passed with sheep , and disturbed me somewhat by asking loudly , `` What had become o ' Specky ? '' `` In bed wi ' the colic , '' I replied , and the herd passed on ... .