1:30 P.M.
It struck me that , if ever I was goin ' to call for a show-down from Auntie , this was the day . So , when I finally turned in for a forenoon nap , I was busier plottin ' out just how it ought to be done than I was at makin ' up lost sleep . I ai n't one of them that can romp around all night , though , and then do the fretful toss on the hay for very long after I 've hit the pillow . First thing I knew , I was pryin ' my eyes open to find that it 's almost 1:30 P.M. , and with the sun beatin ' straight down on the deck overhead I do n't need to turn on any steam heat in the stateroom . A good souse in a tubful of salty Gulf water wakes me up all over , and when I 've dolled myself in a fresh Palm Beach suit and a soft collared shirt I 'm feelin ' like Winnin ' Willie . As it happens , Vee and I has the luncheon table to ourselves that day , neither Auntie nor Mr. Ellins havin ' shown up , and the others bein ' all through . And somehow Vee always does have that look of -- well , as though she 'd just blown in from the rose garden .