9 o'clock
`` Let me show you how to make a cat 's - cradle , kid , '' she said , tucking her green silk skirt under her rusty shoes . And while they sat there the lights were being turned on for the dance in the hall of the Small Hours Social Club . It was the bi-monthly dance , a dress affair in which the members took great pride and bestirred themselves huskily to further and adorn . At 9 o'clock the President , Kid Mullaly , paced upon the floor with a lady on his arm . As the Loreley 's was her hair golden . Her `` yes '' was softened to a `` yah , '' but its quality of assent was patent to the most Milesian ears . She stepped upon her own train and blushed , and -- she smiled into the eyes of Kid Mullaly .