about
five o'clock
Then I forgot all about it until just a few moments ago . Let 's go there , Torchy , before we go out home tonight ? '' I must say I could n't get very much excited over the Stribbles , but on the chance that Vee would forget again I promised , and let her tow me into one of those cute little tea rooms where we had a perfectly punk lunch at a dollar ten per each . But even after a three hour session among the white goods sales Vee still remembered the Stribbles , so about five o'clock we finds ourselves divin ' into a basement that 's none too clean and are being received by a tall , skinny female with a tously mop of sandy hair bobbed up on her head . It seems Ma Stribble was still shovelin ' most of the ashes and scrubbin ' the halls as well ; while Pa Stribble , fatter than ever and in the same greasy old togs , continues to camp in a rickety arm chair by the front window , with a pail of suds at his right elbow . Yes , the one mentioned in the casualty list was their Jimmy . Only he had n't come back a trench hero , exactly .