eleven o'clock
Andrews flushed furiously . `` Oh , how nice it is here , how nice it is here ! '' Jeanne was saying . `` Why , it is eleven o'clock , '' said Andrews . `` We must see the palace before lunch , '' cried Jeanne , and she started running up a lane of linden trees , where the fat buds were just bursting into little crinkling fans of green . New grass was sprouting in the wet ditches on either side . Andrews ran after her , his feet pounding hard in the moist gravel road .