Saturday
noon
And then , all of a sudden , about this time of year , you get that restless feelin ' , and wonder what it is ails you . I think it struck Vee harder than it did me . `` Goody ! '' says she , when I tell her we 're expected to go out Saturday noon and stay over until Monday mornin ' . `` It is real country out there , too , is n't it ? '' `` Blamed near an hour away , '' says I. `` Ought to be , had n't it ? '' `` I hope they have lilac bushes in bloom , '' says Vee .