"Well," she said, flushed, bending forward, "Joe Blaine, where have your eyes been these five weeks?"
"They were on strike!" he said, promptly.
"Well," she said, "the strike's over!"
They laughed together as they had not since far and far in the beginning of things.
Joe leaned near.
"Myra," he said, "I need an airing. Take me out and shake me out! Oh!" he stretched his arms above his head. "Have I been hibernating and is it springtime again?"
Myra hesitated.
"Joe."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"I want you to take me somewhere."