About noon
The soapy steam of the cooking drove out the roses 's scent of course , but that did not greatly matter so long as , every minute or so , Johnnie was able to turn from his washboard and enjoy their pink beauty . By eleven o'clock he had the washing on the line . The flat was straightened up , too , and Grandpa was looking his best . About noon , Father Pat , coming slowly up the three flights , heard a series of slam bangings coming from the direction of the Barber flat -- also , sharp toot-toots , and heavy chugs . And when the priest opened the hall door and peeped in , a conductor 's bell was ding-dinging , while the empty wood box was careening madly in the wake of the wheel chair . `` Ha-ha-a ! Johnnie lad ! ''