Ten o'clock
`` You see , Madame Zattiany , I was running round loose at about one o'clock A. M. when whom should I run into but dear old Uncle Lee . He looked all shot to pieces when he saw me . Girls in his day did n't stay out late unless they had a beau . Ten o'clock was the limit , anyhow . But did he take advantage of my unprotected maiden innocence ? Not he . He stood there in the snow and delivered a lecture on the error of my ways , then took me to a delicatessen shop -- afraid of compromising himself in a restaurant -- and stuffed me with sandwiches and bananas .