midnight on
Saturdays
demanded he . Her answer was a laugh . Fatty declared it too cold to chase about afoot -- `` Anyhow , it 's late -- nearly eleven , and unless we 're quick all the stores 'll be closed . '' The waiter called them a carriage ; its driver promised to take them to a shop that did n't close till midnight on Saturdays . Said Fatty , as they drove away : `` Well , I suppose , Etta , you 'll say you 've never been in a carriage before . '' `` Oh , yes , I have , '' cried Etta . `` Twice -- at funerals . ''