eleven o'clock
`` A 'll no ' offend any o ' ye , '' he explained , `` by refusin ' your hospitality . They may n't be good seegairs , as A 've reason to know , but A 'll smoke them all in the spirit they are geeven . '' He sat down on a big packing-case , tucked up his legs under him and pulled silently at the glowing Perfecto . Then he began : `` At eleven o'clock in the forenoon , '' said Tam , settling himself to the agreeable task , `` in or about the vicinity of La Bas a solitary airman micht ha ' been sighted or viewed , wingin ' his way leisurely across the fleckless blue o ' the skies . Had ye been near enough ye would have obsairved a smile that played aroond his gay young face . In his blue eyes was a look o ' deep thought . Was he thinkin ' of home , of his humble cot in the shadow of Ben Lomond ?