midday
She gave up the search and lay down again . Perhaps the wind had done it , though it did not seem very likely . The tide was rising , and she would have to move soon in any case . She would enjoy another ten minutes of her delicious sun-bath ere she returned for the midday meal that Mrs. Rickett was preparing in the little thatched cottage next to the forge . Again she stretched herself luxuriously . Yes , it was better than London ; the soft splashing of waves was better than the laughter of a hundred voices , better than the roar of a thousand wheels , better than the voice of a million concerts ... Again reverie merged into drowsy absence of thought . How exquisite the sunshine was !