six-to-eight

Updated: July 7, 2026

I've driven Miss Simpson about a lot." It was almost eight when he turned the car into the drive of the White Springs Hotel. The six-to-eight supper was almost over. One or two motor parties were preparing for the moonlight drive back to the city. All around was virgin country, sweet with early summer odors of new-cut grass, of blossoming trees and warm earth.

Mary Roberts Rinehart - K