morning, noon
Marjorie was sure they had intimate connection with the Saratoga trunk . Sunshine , the salt-breath of the sea and the odor of pine woods as well ! There were rollicking voices outside the window , Marjorie looked out and spied her five little cousins playing in the sand . Three of them held in their hands , half-eaten , the inevitable doughnut ; morning , noon , and night those children were to be found with doughnuts in their hands . She laughed and turned again to the contemplation of the room ; on the high mantel was a yellow pitcher , that her grandmother knew was a hundred years old , and in the centre of the mantel were arranged a sugar bowl and a vinegar cruet that Miss Prudence had coaxed away from the old lady ; her city friends would rave over them , she said . The old lady had laughed , remarking that `` city folks '' had ways of their own . `` I 've given away a whole set of dishes to folks that come in the yachts , '' she said .