7 P.M.
I want to go home ! I want to take one large , unparalleled leap from here and come down at the corner I told you about . D'you know what I 'd do ? We 'll say it 's 7 P.M. and beginning to get dark . I 'd dive into the Knickerbocker -- that 's the hotel that the bright and happy people go to for dinner or supper -- and I 'd engage a table up on the terrace . Then I 'd telephone to a little friend of mine whose name is Doe -- John Doe -- and in about ten minutes he 'd have left the crowd he was standing in line with and he 'd come galloping up , that glad to see me you 'd cry to watch him . We 'd go up on the terrace , where the potted palms grow , for our dinner , and the tables all around us would be full of people that would know Johnnie Doe and me , and they 'd all make us drink drinks and tell us how glad they were to see us aboard again .