"She has wonderful lungs and she loves to use them.

She would shriek at the least provocation." "And meanwhile," Hunterleys observed drily, "while she is indulging in her vocal exercises, things happen.

If you wish to promenade here, permit me to be your escort." She hesitated for a moment, frowning.

Then she continued her walk.
"You are very kind," she assented.

"Perhaps you are like me, though, and feel the restfulness of a quiet place after these throngs and throngs of people." They passed slowly down the broad promenade, deserted now save for one or two loungers like themselves, and a few other furtive, hurrying figures.