five o'clock
Much of it Emma visualized in her speeding motor car . All of it Grace knew by heart as she moved about the new , shining house in the Chicago suburb , thinking , planning ; feeling his agony , and trying not to admit the transparency of the look about her hands and her temples . So much for Chicago . * * * * * At five o'clock Emma left the war to its own devices and dropped in at the loft building in which Featherlooms were born and grew up . Mike , the elevator man , twisted his gray head about at an unbelievable length to gaze appreciatively at the trim , uniformed figure . `` Have n't seen you around fur many the day , Mis ' Buck . '' `` Been too busy , Mike . ''