eleven o'clock
`` You speak from experience ? '' I suggested . `` I 'm as fond of a joke , '' said the watery-eyed Joseph , `` as any man . But when it comes to buckets of water -- '' A reminder from the maternal Sellars that breakfast had been ordered for eleven o'clock caused a general movement and arrested Joseph 's revelations . `` See you again , perhaps , '' he murmured , and pushed past me . What Mrs. Sellars , I suppose , would have alluded to as a cold col-la-shon had been arranged for at a restaurant near by . I walked there in company with Uncle and Aunt Gutton ; not because I particularly desired their companionship , but because Uncle Gutton , seizing me by the arm , left me no alternative .