However, there it is.

I suppose it'll do all right if I start about eleven o'clock?
It may have left off snowing by then.

I don't feel like going out again just now.

I'm pretty tired this morning." "You start about twelve," said his wife quickly.
"That'll give plenty of time." The morning went on quietly, uneventfully.

Bunting received a letter from Old Aunt saying Daisy must come back next Monday, a little under a week from now.