10:30
He hated Dick Brown , anyway , for his cute , little yellow mustache that curled up at the ends like the tail of a drake . He had snubbed him all the way out from town and handled Dick 's guitar with a recklessness that invited disaster . And the way Dick smirked when the Old Man introduced him to the Little Doctor -- a girl with a fellow in the East ought n't to let her eyes smile that way at a pin-headed little dude like Dick Brown , anyway . And he -- Chip -- had given , her a letter postmarked blatantly : `` Gilroy , Ohio , 10:30 P. M. '' -- and she had been so taken up with those cussed musicians that she could n't even thank him , and only just glanced at the letter before she stuck it inside her belt . Probably she would n't even read it till after the dance . He wondered if Dr. Cecil Granthum cared -- oh , hell ! Of COURSE he cared -- that is , if he had any sense at all .