twelve o'clock
put it on th ' table wol aw goa for mi hat an coit , '' sed Bob , `` an dunnot freeat . '' Angelina lapt it carefully up , an sat daan to have a gooid cry , an Bob coom rushin daan , feeard he 'd be lat , tuckt th ' bundle under his arm an set off intendin to drop it into th ' furst ashpit he coom to . He passed monny a one , but ther wor allus somdy abaat , an he could n't get a chonce o ' gettin shut on it , an he wor foorced to tak it to th ' office wi him . This did n't trubble him varry mich , for he 'd allus a hawf an haar for his lunch at twelve o'clock , soa he detarmined he 'd dispooas on it then , an i ` th meantime , he put it in a cubboard i ` th office , whear it wod n't be seen . It seem 'd to Bob at moor fowk went to th ' cubboard that mornin nor had ivver been to it befoor . `` Its time this cubboard had a clean aght , '' sed th ' manager as he wor huntin for a book , `` it smells like a vault . '' Bob tremeld , but all passed off safely .