She released her, blushing at her own extravagance.
"You look good to me," she cried, in extenuation.

"If I was a man I couldn't keep my hands off you.

I'd eat you, I sure would." They went out of the pavilion hand in hand, and on through the sunshine they strolled, swinging hands gaily, reacting exuberantly from the week of deadening toil.

They hung over the railing of the bear-pit, shivering at the huge and lonely denizen, and passed quickly on to ten minutes of laughter at the monkey cage.

Crossing the grounds, they looked down into the little race track on the bed of a natural amphitheater where the early afternoon games were to take place.