eleven o'clock
`` Sh ! '' warned Mr. Gordon . `` Dear lady , I 've set my heart on staging a little climax ; do n't spoil it . To-morrow morning at eleven o'clock we 'll have all the explanations . Now , Bob , what happened to you ? I hear you nearly frightened your aunts into hysterics , to say nothing of Betty , whom I found tearing around Flame City hunting for a telephone . '' Bob was in a fever of curiosity to know about the farm , whether Mr. Gordon thought there was a good prospect of oil or not , but Uncle Dick was not the kind of man to have his decisions debated .