Marvin stepped into his hired car and waited, while his inconsiderate heart thumped against his ribs.
In five minutes she appeared. She wore a blue dress and a close-fitting hat, and was entrancing to look at.
He sprang down to meet her, and she kissed him! This looked bad. Her months of silence had apparently blossomed into love.
He helped her into the car, and off they started as of old.
“Marvin, you look grand in your uniform.”
“Thank you, dear. You wore a uniform, too, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but it was very plain.”
“That’s a pretty dress you are wearing. What do you call it?”
“This? It’s just a cotton voile, and it’s out of date.”
Out of date or not, that silver blue clung to her slenderness, and the skirt of it had approximately a million pin-tucks. There was a white organdy sash about her dainty middle. A square white collar of the same stuff revealed the petally texture of her neck where it met her body in a sort of dimple.