“Look here!” he said. “Look here! Let’s have a nice evening, anyhow!”
She responded instantly to his tone. For the first time that night he saw in her some likeness to the lost little playmate.
“All right—let’s!” she cried.
He led the way to the glass-inclosed veranda where small tables were set out. The orchestra was playing, and through the long windows they could see the ballroom where couples were dancing.
“Isn’t it lovely?” she said.
Kirby did not think so. He was regretting that he had brought her here. They sat down at a table, and he took up the menu.
“What do you like?” he asked.
“Oh, anything!” said Emmy.
She was looking about her with a sort of rapture.
“Yes!” he thought. “This is the sort of thing she likes!”