noon
`` Tul-ulla-lulla-liety , '' wailed the Voice in a sort of superhuman jodel , coming , as it seemed to me , from the region of Westminster Bridge . The persistent ululation began to get upon my nerves . I found , moreover , that I was again extremely hungry and thirsty . It was already noon . Why was I wandering alone in this derelict city , clad in my wife 's skirt and my cook 's Sunday bonnet ? Grotesque and foolish as it may seem to the scientific reader , I was entirely unable to answer this simple conundrum . My mind reverted to my school days .