9 A.M.
`` What 's the matter with you , Bill ? '' asked the girl , as she threw off her motor coat and sat at the table in her low-necked party gown . `` Nothing . I say , Daisy , why do n't you go and get into some togs more suitable for 9 A.M. ? '' `` Because I 'm hungry . Yes , James , omelet , and some of the fried chicken . Bill , do n't you like me any more ? ''