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Clare Briggs
Clare Briggs is a famous cartoonist who lived from 1875 to 1930. Poems by Wilbur Nesbitt.
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I believe that “dinner,” in this case, refers to the midday meal, the evening meal being supper.
Traditionally, dinner was the name for the primary meal of the day, regardless of whether it came in the evening or at midday. When I was a kid and we went to visit our midwestern relatives, I thought my great aunt had lost it when she called us in for dinner at lunchtime. I don’t think anyone ever explained that to me; I had to look it up myself decades later.Report
Growing up, that’s how it worked on Sundays (and only Sundays).
The rest of the week we’d have Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner.
Sundays we had Breakfast, Dinner, and Supper.Report