Instead of being in Church for the fifth hour that day like me, in the same clothes and with the same folks---neither of which were as fresh or bright as their first appearance at Ten O-clock SundaySchool, I imagined that all the classy folks were home on Sunday nights, freshly dressed for Supper and graciously anticipating that gentle, rich fare. And it always happened at Six O’Clock. Nobody told me that, and I didn’t read it. It just WAS, somehow, the Right Time.
Things in Rings were immensely popular, and that's all I have to say about that.