7 A.M.
Haw-haw ! Oxcuse , Mister , '' was Bertha 's repartee for such little breaks . Course , I could plead with her for the umpteenth time to try pourin ' from the button hand side , but it would have been simpler to have worn a head guard durin ' meals . And who would have the heart to put the ban on a yodel that begins in our kitchenette at 7 A.M. , even on cloudy mornin 's ? If Bertha had been No. 1 , or even No. 2 , she 'd have had her passports handed her about the second mornin ' ; but , as she was the last of a punk half dozen , we tried not to mind her musical interludes . So at the end of three weeks her friendly relations with us were still unbroken , though most of the dishes were otherwise . So you might have thought we 'd been glad , when 6.30 P.M. came , to put on our things and join about a million or so other New Yorkers in findin ' a dinner joint where the cooks and waiters made no claim to havin ' an amateur standin ' .