“No, not at all.”
“Come, let us sit here on the grass awhile and talk.”
Carl, looking at her closely, “Do you know, I have been thinking quite a great deal of you since last evening. In fact you caused me a sleepless night—although it was quite pleasant at that.”
Sana looked straight into his beaming eyes. A smile played on her delicate lips.
“Is that possible, with all your American girls—your alluring New York flappers?”
“The New York girl? Oh, she is a cold proposition.”
“But if I kept you awake, how much must all those American girls keep you awake? Do you ever get much sleep? You know, I heard that New York girls are quite capable of keeping men awake.”
“But, my dear,” interrupted Carl, “New York is not America; you cannot judge America by New York.”
“Are you serious? Why, I thought New York was typical of what is American. Does not New York set the pace for the entire country, and does not the whole country fall in line, eager to do anything that is approved by New York?”
“Yes, to some extent.”