six o'clock
When chiffon stockings are worn Wilson Avenue 's hosiery is but a film over the flesh . Aigrettes and mink coats are its winter uniform . A feverish district this , all plate glass windows and delicatessen dinners and one-room-and-kitchenette apartments , where light housekeepers take their housekeeping too lightly . At six o'clock you are likely to see Wilson Avenue scurrying about in its mink coat and its French heels and its crêpe frock , assembling its haphazard dinner . Wilson Avenue food , as displayed in the ready-cooked shops , resembles in a startling degree the Wilson Avenue ladies themselves : highly coloured , artificial , chemically treated , tempting to the eye , but unnutritious . In and out of the food emporia these dart , buying dabs of this and bits of that . Chromatic viands .