3 a.m.
`` These two boobs are dirty with the evergreen , and Wilbur 's got the wise guys so leary for fear he will tip his mitt and they naturally slip him a big one every time they get a chance . Wilbur gets his money back and everything is even all around , but the wise guys are the only ones who want to lay down . `` Wilbur hands them a game of cheerful chatter and they do n't dare quit . Foxy Wilbur sits there until 3 a.m. , raking in their money , and incidentally corrals some that belongs to the wealthy wops . In the meantime I am doing the earnest conversation act with an old dowager that I met the second day out and she is telling me about her country home in Devonshire or some other one of these shire things . She sorta took a fancy to me and insisted that Wilbur and I should run out there for a week-end . Which end of the week she did n't say .