"It's something fierce, isn't it?" said Fancy, opening and shutting drawers, searching for nothing. "It gets on my nerves. I wish we'd have one good warm day for a change."
"Been out to the beach lately?" he asked, eying her with undisguised approval. He breathed on the crown of his derby hat and then smelt of it.
"No," she replied. "I don't have much time to myself. I hate to go alone, anyway." Fancy looked aimlessly into the top drawer of her desk.
"That's too bad! But I shouldn't think you'd ever have to go alone. You don't look it."
"Really?" Fancy's tone was arch.
"That's right! I know some one who'd be willing to chase out there with you at the drop of the hat."
Fancy, appearing to feel that the acquaintance was making too rapid progress, said, "I don't care much for the beach; it's too crowded."
"That depends upon when you go. I've got a car out there where we could get lost easy enough. Then you can have a quiet little dinner at the Cliff House almost any night."
"Can you? I never tried it."
"It's time you did. Suppose you try it with me?"