So was Jerome.
“Have you ever been there?”
“No.”
“I hear there’s a wonderful beach where it’s always moonlight, and everybody plays on those things—”
“Ukuleles?”
“That’s it!”
“I used to have one.”
“You did? What a pity you didn’t bring it along—to Girardin’s,” she added with a little humorous smile. “It would sound sweet a night like this on the water, wouldn’t it?”
He agreed. There was a warm silence. Then she began singing, in a dreamy voice:
“I want to be the leading lady,