“Oh, yes!” he exclaimed, with one foot on the running board. “Don’t forget we have one more dinner date. Our tuna catch must be honored. Shall we say tomorrow evening?”
“That will be fine.”
“Then it’s a date.”
“If I hear from C. K. and have his permission,” she added, “I’ll bring over the secret radio.”
“Good! You can give me a few lessons regarding its operation.”
“And we’ll have a listen-in at the sub wolf-packs.”
“If that’s what it is. And here’s hoping.”
“Here’s hoping!”
“Good night!”
“Good night!” His taxi rolled away.