She blushed and protested.
“I thought we'd go to the Beach and spend the night there.”
“Here, girlie, here! I love this little place—it's so like you. Get the old wild-cat who cleans up for you to fix us a dinner here all by ourselves—wouldn't she?”
“She'd do anything for me—yes.”
“Then fix it here—I want to be just with you—don't you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “But I'd rather spend that first day of our new life in a strange place—and the Beach we both love—hadn't you just as leave go there, Jim?”
“No. The waiters will stare at us, and hear us talk——”
“We can have our meals served in our room.
“This is better,” he insisted. “I want to spend one day here alone with you, before we go—just to feel that you're all mine. You see, if I walk in here and own the place, I'll know that better than any other way. I've just set my heart on it, Kiddo—what's the difference?”
She lifted her lips to his.