"That is a chocolate nut sundae," she laughed. "Won't you try one?"
"Are they very sweet?" I inquired doubtfully.
"Of course!" and she presented a brimming spoon to me to taste. I was honored by the compliment, but the sickeningly sweet compound all but did for me. I had not yet eaten, for I was too tired in the morning and had forgotten about it after I got up. Helen was delighted with the face I made over it.
"I think I prefer more solid food," I apologized. "My education stopped with ice-cream sodas."
"I think it's a great lark meeting you here like this! Mother would be furious!"
"Isn't it done?" I asked in all seriousness, looking about at Frazee's unlimited display of white marble, enamel, and nickel trimmings. It seemed a harmless looking place to me.
"Of course not, you silly Ted. What do you suppose Deep Harbor would say if we did this very often?"
"Is Deep Harbor loquacious?"
"Extremely."
"But the place is full of young couples—just like ourselves."