eleven in the morning
And with that she was away and below and back in a trice , in her hand a part glass of water into which she stirred a teaspoonful of cream of tartar . `` Drink it , '' she ordered , as a matter of course . I drank it . And at eleven in the morning she came up to my deck-chair with a second dose of the stuff . Also she reproached me soundly for permitting Wada to feed meat to Possum . It was from her that Wada and I learned how mortal a sin it was to give meat to a young puppy . Furthermore , she laid down the law and the diet for Possum , not alone to me and Wada , but to the steward , the carpenter , and Mr. Mellaire .