Where shall we go ?" "To the theater." "Good.

We'll start with that.

But the minute the play is over we'll gallop off to the Plaza Grill--just as the music is in full swing--" "And we'll dance," she groaned, "for hours.

And when I get home, I'll creep into bed so tired and sore in every limb--" "That you'll sleep late Sunday morning.

And a mighty good thing for you, too--if you ask my advice--" "I don't ask your advice!" "You're getting it, though," he said doggedly.