eleven o'clock
` Ere ole sport , '' cried Bindle , `` give us -- '' he stopped suddenly . His assistant had disappeared . `` You must n't let anyone put anything in until the oven 's hot , '' continued Mrs. Bindle , `` and you must n't open the door too often . You 'd better fix a time when they can bring the food , say eleven o'clock . '' `` Early doors threepence extra ? '' queried Bindle . `` We 're going to have sausage-toad-in-the-hole , and mind you do n't burn it . ''