eight o'clock
Fashions in strawberry socials ai n't changed much . Better bathe your eyes in eau de cologne or whatever it is they 're always dabbing on 'em in books . See you at eight . '' At eight o'clock Pearlie 's thump-thump sounded again , and the leading lady sprang to the door as before . Pearlie stared . This was no tear-stained , heat-bedraggled creature in an unbecoming red-striped kimono . It was a remarkably pretty woman in a white lingerie gown over a pink slip .