six o'clock
People were actually hurrying in and out of the little white Methodist church , carrying evergreen boughs , chrysanthemums and sprays of holly and mistletoe . Wagons were driving back and forth between town and the Barlow place , and the Barlow house was in the hands of a Little Rock caterer and his assistants . It was Checkers ' wedding day . He and Pert were to be married that night at six o'clock . Nothing they could think of had been left undone to make the occasion a happy one . Though the old man fumed and fretted at the expense , Checkers insisted upon having things `` right . '' `` This is my first and last wedding , '' he said , `` and there 's going to be nothing Sioux City about it . ''