“We can take in a show,” he suggested.
“A show?”
“Yes!”
“Where?”
“Oh, Miner’s, the Gran’ or a movie.”
She meditated.
“Hurry up! Here come some customers.”
She turned her head quickly, and then looked back at him. “All right,” she whispered.
“Where’ll I meet you?” he demanded eagerly.
“At the old corner—eight o’clock!”