quarter to eleven
` Oh dear . Jog , you and your tea ! -- you 're always wanting tea , ' replied Mrs. Jogglebury snappishly . ` Well , but , my -LRB- puff -RRB- dear , you forget that Mr. -LRB- wheeze -RRB- Sponge and I have to be at -LRB- puff -RRB- Snobston Green at a -LRB- wheeze -RRB- quarter to eleven , and it 's good twelve -LRB- gasp -RRB- miles off . ' ` Well , but it 'll not take you long to get there , ' replied Mrs. Jogglebury ; ` will it , Mr. Sponge ? ' continued she , again appealing to our friend . ` Sure I do n't know , ' replied Sponge , eating away ; ` Mr. Crowdey finds conveyance -- I only find company . '