seven o'clock
The wardrobe mistress , with two assistants , and under Rose 's intermittent supervision , managed somehow to get them made . And there was n't a single costume , outside Rose 's own twelve , that had n't to be remodeled more or less . On top of all that , the really terrible grind of rehearsals began ; property rehearsals , curiously disconcerting at first , where instead of indicating the business with empty hands , you actually lighted the cigarette , picked up the paper knife , pulled the locket out from under your dress and opened it -- and , in the process of doing these things , forgot everything else you knew ; scenery rehearsals that caused the stage to seem small and cluttered up and actually made some of the evolutions you 'd been routined in , impossible . At last and ghastliest , a dress rehearsal , which began at seven o'clock one night and lasted till four the next morning . It would all have been so ludicrously easy , Rose used to reflect in despair , if , like the other girls in the sextette , she 'd had only her own part in the performance to attend to -- only to get into her costumes at the right time , be waiting in the wings for the cue , and then come on and do the things they 'd taught her to do . But , between Goldsmith and Block , who were now in a state of frantic activity and full of insane suggestions , and the wardrobe mistress who was always having to be told how to do something , every minute was occupied . She would try desperately to keep an ear alert for what was happening on the stage , in order to be on hand for her entrances .