six o'clock
`` I must get her away from there at once . But I wish there was someone who -- Shorty , could I get you to go along with me and -- '' `` Rescuin ' grandmothers ai n't my long suit , '' says I ; `` but I 'll admit I 'm some int ` rested in this case . Come on . '' By the time our clockwork cab fetches up in front of the prunery it 's after six o'clock . There 's no mistakin ' the sort of histrionic asylum it was , either . A hungry lookin ' bunch of actorets was lined up on the front steps , everyone of 'em with an ear stretched out for the dinner bell . In the window of the first floor front was a beauty doctor 's sign , a bull fiddle-artist was sawin ' out his soul distress in the hall bedroom above , and up under the cornice the Chicini sisters was leanin ' on the ledge and wishin ' the folks back in Saginaw would send on that grubstake letter before the landlady got any worse .