twelve o'clock
` Lord , Sir , that ai n't it -- she is mops and brooms . ' '' ` Mops and brooms , I suppose she is , she must have plenty use for them , I reckon , to keep all snug and tidy down there . ' '' ` Good gracious , Sir , do n't you understand , she is half seas over . ' '' ` True , so we all are , the captain said so to-day at twelve o'clock , I wish we were over altogether . Send her up . ' '' ` No , no , Sir , she is more than half shaved . ' '' ` The devil !