She sighed. “If I thought you thought you knew—! But you don’t, do you?”
“And I don’t care.”
“Amazing youth! I can’t tease you, can I? So I won’t try any more.... Don’t you think I ought to go home and go to bed?”
“I’m sure you ought.”
“If we danced all night—”
“I think I will kiss you, right now. The idea has just occurred to me.”
Standing on the platform in the glare of the electric lights, under the amused eye of the policeman, they kissed each other.
“I must go to that rehearsal at ten o’clock!” she said.
“You shall have three cups of the best coffee the Wilson Avenue Tea and Coffee Store affords,” he said smiling, “made by the most expert hands.”
She looked frightened. “Let’s walk up to Wilson Avenue,” she said suddenly.