twelve o'clock
That 's the other face . Then there is the grocer , who is a groceress , and the groceress 's husband . I wish that man to understand , if his eye ever falls upon this page -- for wrapping purposes , we will say -- that , in the language of Mulberry Street , I am on to him . He has got a job recently , driving a bakery wagon , and he times his route so that he can tie up in front of his wife 's grocery every day at twelve o'clock , and he puts in a solid hour of his employer 's time helping his wife through the noonday rush . But he need not fear . In the interests of the higher morality I suppose I ought to go and tell his employer about it . But I wo n't .