noon
I 'll be on hand . '' The fateful day came . In every house and on every galérie the morning tasks were early done . Then the best of every wardrobe was put on , the sun soared high , and by noon every chair in Grande Pointe was in the tobacco-shed where knowledge poured forth her beams , and was occupied by one or two persons . And then , at last , the chapel bell above Claude 's head pealed out the final signal , and the schoolmaster moved across the green . Bonaventure Deschamps was weary . Had aught gone wrong ?