twelve o'clock
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 . Twenty times during that mornin he wor put in a sweeat wi ' furst one an another , but twelve o'clock coom at last , an waitin till tother clarks had gooan , he grabbed his parcel , an jumpt in th ' furst tramcar he saw , -- luckily ther wor nobbut one man inside an he wor readin a paper , -- soa puttin his parcel i ` th opposite corner , he jumpt off at the next stoppin place . He started off at full speed an wor just beginnin to smile at his own clivverness , when somdy shaated . `` Hi ! Hi , thear ! ''