three o'clock
It is one of the preliminary shocks to the visitor -- to ring for the messenger boy of tradition and behold in his uniform a venerable gentleman with perhaps a flowing white beard . I still think Jimmie Time and Boogles were beating the law -- on a technicality . Of course Jimmie was far descended into the vale of years , and even Boogles was forty -- but adults ! It is three o'clock of a warm spring morning . The two legal adults converse in whispers , like bad boys kept after school . They whisper so as not to waken the manager , a blasé , mature youth of twenty who sleeps expertly in the big chair back of the railing . They whisper of the terrific hazards and the precarious rewards of their adventurous calling .