noons
laughed Old Tilly , munching a fat cake . `` I say , was n't Kent foolish to go scooting off like that ? Might as well have begun easy . I move we ride nights and mornings mostly , and loaf noons . There 's a moon , ` silver mo-oo-on ' -- '' His voice trailed lazily into song . It was pleasant lounging in the shade and remembering the hay was all in and adventures ahead . An hour or so later they moved on at a leisurely pace , looking for Kent .