Grinning, Penny allowed herself to be guided toward the restaurant. Near the doorway they came to the parked truck, and noticed that it was loaded with large wooden boxes.
“War equipment,” commented Penny.
“How do you know?”
“Why, the boxes are unmarked except by numerals. Haven’t you noticed, Lou, that’s the way machines and materials are transported to and from factories. It’s done so no one can tell what’s inside.”
Penny opened the door and they went into the warm, smoky cafe. As they seated themselves at a table the driver glanced toward them, but seemingly without recognition.
“How about a date tonight, Baby?” he asked the waitress.
Without replying, the girl slapped a menu card on the counter in front of him.
“High toned, ain’t you?” he chuckled.
“What will it be?” the waitress demanded impatiently.
“How about a nice smile, Baby?”