eleven o’clock
Andreas craned his neck to watch him all the way down the road , even after he had gone , listening for the sharp sound of those rattling cans . `` H 'm , not much wrong with him , '' he reflected . `` Would n't mind a taste of that life myself . Up early , work all over by eleven o'clock , nothing to do but loaf about all day until milking time . '' Which he knew was an exaggeration , but he wanted to pity himself . The maid opened the door , and stood aside for Doctor Erb . Andreas wheeled round ; the two men shook hands .