11 p.m.
How about grub ? '' said the poet . `` We shall be just about what-do-you-call-it by then . '' `` Hullo , '' said Magnus , looking at his watch , `` do you know it 's 11 p.m. and broad daylight . '' Joe consulted his watch , and wound it up as he did so . `` So it is -- must be a thingamybob -- a roaring boreali , or whatever you call it , going on . Would n't be so bad if it was good to eat . ''