about noon
Which ai n't the way he usually does it , believe me ! Why , I 've known him to hold up a directors ' meetin ' for an hour while he debated with a yacht tailor whether a mainsail should be thirty-two foot on the hoist , or thirty-one foot six . And instead of shippin ' up cases of mineral water and crates of fancy fruit , he has them blamed Shaw books packed careful and expressed to Travers Island , where the boat is . We was to meet there about noon ; but it 's after eleven before Mr. Robert shuts his desk and sings out to me to come along . We piles into his roadster and breezes up through town and out towards the Sound . Found the whole party waitin ' for us at the club-house : Vee and Marjorie and Miss Hampton , all lookin ' more or less yachty . `` Hello ! ''