morning, noon
She would n't say much , but bit by bit I dragged it out of her . Since then she has never referred to the matter again . She is quite gay at times in a sort of artificial way , but she does n't do any work , though she spends odd moments fooling about at the piano . She goes out morning , noon , and night , and comes back dead-beat , apparently not having enjoyed herself at all . Can you imagine Nan like that ? '' `` Not very easily . '' `` I believe he 's taken the savour out of things for her , '' said Penelope , adding slowly , in a voice that was quite unlike her usual practical tones : `` Brushed the bloom off the world for her . ''