five o'clock
Well , I got the long night 's rest that was coming to me and started out early in the A.M. to pit my cunning against the wiles of the New York department stores , having had my evil desires inflamed the day before by an afternoon gown in chiffon velvet and Georgette crepe with silver embroidery and fur trimming that I 'd seen in a window marked down to $ 198.98 . I fell for that all right , and for an all-silk jersey sport suit at $ 29.98 and a demi-tailored walking suit for a mere bagatelle , and a white corduroy sport blouse and a couple of imported evening gowns they robbed me on -- but I did n't mind . You expect to be robbed for anything really good in New York , only the imitation stuff that 's worn by the idle poor being cheaper than elsewhere . And I was so busy in this whirl of extortion that I forgot all about the boys and their troubles till I got back to the hotel at five o'clock . I find 'em in the palm grill , or whatever it 's called , drinking stingers . But now they was not only more cheerful than they had been the night before but they was getting a little bit contemptuous and Western about the great city . Lon had met a brother real estate shark from Salt Lake and Jeff had fell in with a sheep man from Laramie -- and treated him like an equal because of meeting him so far from home in a strange town where no one would find it out on him -- and Ben Sutton had met up with his old friend Jake Berger , also from Nome .