ten o'clock
Clark laughed . '' 'Cause , '' continued Jim desperately , `` without you swear you wo n't do that I 'm agoin ' to get out right here an ' my good legs goin ' carry me back to Jackson street . '' They agreed after some argument that Jim , unmolested by females , was to view the spectacle from a secluded settee in the corner where Clark would join him whenever he was n't dancing . So ten o'clock found the Jelly-bean with his legs crossed and his arms conservatively folded , trying to look casually at home and politely uninterested in the dancers . At heart he was torn between overwhelming self-consciousness and an intense curiosity as to all that went on around him . He saw the girls emerge one by one from the dressing-room , stretching and pluming themselves like bright birds , smiling over their powdered shoulders at the chaperones , casting a quick glance around to take in the room and , simultaneously , the room 's reaction to their entrance -- and then , again like birds , alighting and nestling in the sober arms of their waiting escorts . Sally Carrol Hopper , blonde and lazy-eyed , appeared clad in her favorite pink and blinking like an awakened rose .