10 P.M.
Miss Gussie Fink was so innately , flagrantly , beautifully clean-looking that -- well , there must be a stop to this description . She was the kind of girl you 'd like to see behind the counter of your favorite delicatessen , knowing that you need not shudder as her fingers touch your Sunday night supper slices of tongue , and Swiss cheese , and ham . No girl had ever dreamed of refusing to allow Gussie to borrow her chamois for a second . To-night Miss Fink had come on at 10 P.M. , which was just two hours later than usual . She knew that she was to work until 6 A.M. , which may have accounted for the fact that she displayed very little of what the fans call ginger as she removed her hat and coat and hung them on the hook behind the desk . The prospect of that all-night , eight-hour stretch may have accounted for it , I say . But privately , and entre nous , it did n't .