“I am so thoroughly imbued with utter bliss,” she said; “only to think that I am going where-ever I please, to do what-ever I please, just when-ever I please,—indefinitely.”
“It sounds like Paradise, surely,” said the man, dropping into his own seat and tucking himself up with two deft blows administered to the right and left of his legs; “what do you suppose you’ll do first?”
“I think that I shall do almost everything first,” she answered laughing, and then, taking a long look out upon the twinkles of Fire Island, she sighed deeply and joyfully, and added, “Ah, but I’m going to have a beautiful time!”
The man plunged a hand into his breast-pocket.
“Did you ever smoke a cigarette?” he asked.
“Never!” she exclaimed delightedly; “never till this minute. But will you teach me now?”
He looked at her and laughed, his silver case in his hand.
“You must not go too fast at first, you know. Are you sure that it will not make you ill?”
“Perhaps it isn’t really the first time,” he suggested.