"Your first opera, young man?" said the middle-aged gentleman from behind, whom Hertha had noticed smiling at them.
Dick was helping her with her coat, and he answered as he pulled up her collar, "Right you are! I'm just that much of a jay."
"Come again," the man said cordially as though the place belonged to him.
Hertha started to express her gratitude as they stood outside her door but Dick waved it away. "You're the one who's been good," he said, "and I bet no one ever thought it was your coming-out party. I'll be here to-morrow at two; so long," and he was gone.
The next day found them together again walking across the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Ever done this before?" asked Dick.
"No," answered Hertha, "but isn't it wonderful?"
"You bet! Say, you're a good walker, though. I reckon you've walked a lot."
"Yes, I've often walked of a Sunday afternoon."
"Who with?"