7 A.M.
She sat down , forcing her hand around and her gaze to meet it . The envelope was blank ; she tore its flap and read : `` Valet Service . Suits Cleaned and Pressed in One Hour . '' And then she went out into 7 A.M. Broadway , all swept clean and caroling with the song of the car gong and the whistlings of steamboats . A line-up of theaters , early-morning mausoleums of last night 's madnesses , first met her eye in the clean light . One of them was violently postered with lithographs of Minnie Maddern Fiske . A three-sheet proclaimed Melba .