noon
The lad was not given to such definite revolt . Besides , Brian , he must remember , was an O'Neill , an Irishman and a son of his , an indisputable trio of good fortune ; as such he could be depended upon not to make an ass of himself . Kenny slept as he lived , with a genius for dreams and adventure . He remembered moodily as he rose at noon that he had dreamed a kaleidoscopic chase , precisely like a moving picture with himself a star , in which , bolting through one taxi door and out another with a shotgun in his hand , he had valiantly pursued a youth who had , miraculously , found the crooked stick of the psaltery and stolen it . The youth proved to be Brian . That part was reasonable enough . Brian was the only one who could find the thing long enough to steal it .