eleven o'clock in
the morning
He drank deeply of another cup . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- -LSB- Illustration -RSB- `` LET me try , '' said Amadis , taking the handle of the churn from Jearje . The butter was obstinate , and would not come ; it was eleven o'clock in the morning , and still there was the rattle of milk in the barrel , the sound of a liquid splashing over and over . By the sounds Mrs. Iden knew that the fairies were in the churn . Jearje had been turning for hours . Amadis stooped to the iron handle , polished like silver by Jearje 's rough hands -- a sort of skin sand-paper -- and with an effort made the heavy blue-painted barrel revolve on its axis .