eight P.M.
Nothin ' swell , but real comfy and substantial , and as I marches up bold for my first push at the bell button I 'm kind of relieved that I do n't have to stand in line . Who should I get a glimpse of , though , as I 'm handin ' my things to the butler , but the favored candidate , Sappy Westlake ? Yep , big as life , with his slick , pale hair , his long legs , and his woodeny face ! Looked like his admission card must have been punched for eight P.M. , or else he 'd been asked for dinner . Anyway , he was right on the ground , thumpin ' out a new rag on the piano , and enjoyin ' the full glare of the limelight . The only other entry I can discover is a girl . `` My friend Miss Ull , '' explains Vee .