one minute after eight
`` I 'm sorry , '' said Roger , meekly . `` I 'll give up smoking if you really want me to . '' Felicia giggled , picked up her doll , then turned to look at the clock . It pointed to one minute after eight . She put out her tongue at her enemy , then dragged slowly into the bedroom which she shared with Charley , and shut the door . Roger and Charley smiled at each other . `` Were you a chatterbox , too , at her age ? ''