eleven o'clock
I 've always thought a good deal of the Wigginses . '' And her mouth quivered . The next morning a parsnip stew of noble proportions was prepared . At eleven o'clock the great kettle , full to the rim , hung over the fire , and the room was cloudy with savory steam . The Wigginses were expected every minute . Uncles Silas and Caleb Whitman could be seen from the kitchen window out in the field with their brother bending over the plough furrows , and they kept righting themselves and looking at their old silver watches . At half-past eleven Mrs. Whitman and Serena began to think it was strange that the Wigginses did not come .