eleven minutes past twelve
`` Road darn muddy . '' `` I should worry . Yea , bo ' , I 'm feelin ' good ! '' At eleven minutes past twelve a Gomez-Dep roadster appeared down the road , stopped at the garage . To Milt it was as exciting as the appearance of a comet to a watching astronomer . `` What kind of a car do you call that , Milt ? '' asked a loafer .