eleven o'clock
`` Land , you might think that was the town motto . Well , the town do n't know everything . Do n't you ask me so many questions . '' Before eleven o'clock Mis ' Mayor Uppers tapped at my back door , with two deep-dish cherry pies in a basket , and a row of her delicate , feathery sponge cakes and a jar of pineapple and pie-plant preserves `` to chink in . '' She drew a deep breath and stood looking about the kitchen . `` Throw off your things an ' help , Mis ' Uppers , '' Calliope admonished her , one hand on the cellar door . `` I 'm just goin ' down for some sweet potatoes Mis ' Holcomb sent over this morning , an ' you might get 'em ready , if you will .