eleven o'clock
he repeated . `` Jove ! '' kissed her again , and went down the front steps , whistling . At eleven o'clock Mrs. Becker , hatted , crossed the sun-bleached street , carrying outheld something that wetted through the snowy napkin that covered it . At the door she surrendered it to Lena . `` Put this in the ice box for Mr. Albert 's supper . It 's some of my coldslaw he 's so fond of , and a pound of sweet butter , I took from my dairyman .