eleven o'clock
`` Jim , ca n't you put that fierce animal in the stable or the horse paddock , or somewhere , and come in for some tea ? I simply must get back to my apricots . '' `` And I 've certainly no business to be keeping you standing here in the heat , '' Jim said . `` No , I ca n't stay , thanks , Tommy -- I promised dad I 'd meet him at the Far Plain gate at eleven o'clock , and it 's nearly that now . You run in to your apricots , and do n't kill your little self over them ; it 's no day for cooking if you can avoid it . '' `` Oh , but I could n't , '' Tommy answered . `` They were just right for bottling ; the sun to-day would have made them a bit too soft .