about midday
'T was a queer girl , thinks I , and lights my pipe . Walking all those miles out from the town to sit on a rock -- as if there was n't rocks enough elsewhere . Anyway , 't was no business of mine . And after that she was there every day -- just about midday , always the same time , and always sitting just there in one place . '' `` But what was she doing there ? '' `` Doing ? Nay , she was n't doing anything .