He met her at the Elevated station, but it was she who had to direct him to the proper trolley for Coney, or they might have landed anywhere along the Sound.
Stopping only long enough to buy an ice for supper and a bag of peanuts, they sought the beach. He threw himself down full length on the sand, and she sat with her hands clasped over her knees. The salt air swept her cheeks and cooled them, and the waves before her ran up the beach in play and song. This was certainly a decided improvement over such a night in her room.
“See those stars!” he exclaimed, as if this were the first time he had ever seen them.
She lifted her eyes and looked at them.
“I often look at them,” she said.
Then she laughed gently to herself.
“Do you know what I do when I’m silly enough to want jewels?” she asked.
“What?”
“I take a look at those stars, and then I don’t want jewels any more.”
“A man could give away diamonds by the handful if women would take that kind,” he 187 exclaimed. “See that big fellow up there?” He pointed it out, and she nodded.