9 a.m.
Brainy , too , and with lots of pep . She was secretary for some big efficiency expert . Maybe that was why she could n't stand for Barry 's musical temperament . She thought 9 a.m. was absolutely the last call for pushin ' back the roll-top and openin ' the mornin ' mail , while Barry 's idea of beginnin ' a perfect day was for someone to bring in a breakfast tray about eleven o'clock and hand him a cigarette before he tumbled out of the straw . So while he 'd qualified as a Dear Old Thing and she 'd got to the point where she 'd let him call her Playmate Mine , that 's where the romance hung on the rocks . Also he 'd been described as a chunky party with a round face decorated with a cute little mustache and baby blue eyes . All of which do n't help me dope out how long I 'm due to lend a human note to an otherwise empty landscape .