one o'clock
It 's almost terrible when they say `` Who _ Is _ she ? '' But I should n't have expected it to be the same in America , if Sally had n't warned me . I suppose it 's quite easy to remember just Four Hundred faces , as you 're sure there will never be any more , even if they have children , because they 're being cut down instead of going up in number . When we had been for about an hour and a half in the big shop , we 'd finished all we had to do there , and must motor to another farther up , before meeting Mr. Parker , who was to give us lunch at a place called Sherry 's , at one o'clock . On the way , Sally suddenly exclaimed , `` Oh , Cousin Katherine , we must initiate this dear child into the mysteries of ice cream soda water ; and I 'm just yearning for some myself , anyhow . '' `` Huyler 's , '' said Mrs. Ess Kay to her _ mecanicien _ , a very young man with eyes that looked positively ill with intelligence , and a way of snapping out `` all right '' when she spoke to him that would make Stan sit up with surprise if his chauffeur did it . Sally said that the nicest oasis in the desert of London was an American place where you can get ice cream soda water ; but I had never had any , and in the burning heat of the New York morning -- which flung itself into the shop like a great wave in spite of fierce electric fans -- I could have purred in pure delight over the piled up , ice-cold froth in that tall glass .