"And wouldn't I like to take you straight through to New York, though!" sang Garth. "Oh! Broadway and the Avenue in September! Everything getting under way again! And Coney Island is still going! Picture Luna Park dropped down on the island out there!"
They laughed at the incongruous picture.
"Where would we dine the first night?" asked Natalie.
"Martin's," said Garth. "Fancy us in the balcony looking down on the giddy crowd; and the orchestra sawing off the sextet from Lucia for dear life!"
"Lobster à la Newburg and a pèche Melba!" cried Natalie in an ecstasy.
"Not on your life!" said Garth. "Just like a girl's bill-of-fare. Something sensible for yours when you go out with me! How about a filet dernier cri?"
"Don't know it," said Natalie. "Besides, I refuse to be sensible in my imagination," she added.
Garth described the delicacy. "And a cheese sauce on top all browned, with strips of red pepper laid criss-cross; and it comes steaming hot under a little glass cover!"
Natalie groaned. "Oh, talk about something else!" she said faintly.
"What will you wear?" asked Garth with a grin.