eleven o'clock
What do you say to that ? '' For a moment Rosie had nothing to say . Then she gasped : `` Why , Jarge , what do you mean ? '' `` And you 're to start tomorrow , Rosie , on the eleven o'clock train , and dad 'll be at the station to meet you . You 'll know him 'cause he looks just like the farmers in the Sunday papers , with a big straw hat and thin whiskers . And he drives an old white horse -- Billy 's his name . '' `` Mercy on us , Jarge Riley , how you talk ! ''