t nice, carrying me off and then thinking
about some other girl. Aren't you ever going to say a word?"

He recovered and found that they had travelled about two blocks. The
spell faded. He regained mastery of himself. "I've been waitin' for
permission to speak. Yon only said I might take you for a ride." He
turned and gave her a personal look.

"Where are you taking me then?" Her liveliness seemed to be returning.
"Do you have to have permission for everything you do?"

"I'm not sure," said Joe. "We're goin' to take a look at the river.
That's my own idea."

"How'd you know I wanted to? Perhaps I had rather do something else."

He looked at her suddenly, but before he could speak, she leaned
toward him impulsively and laid her hand on his shoulder. "There, I
was just kidding. There's nothing in the world I'd rather do. It's a
heavenly night. And I like you for your silence. It takes a real
person to be still at the right time. Go ahead and dream all you want.
It's heavenly."

She removed her hand, but in some way she seemed to remain nearer to
him than she had been. A little, delightful shudder of appreciation
ran through him. He no longer felt isolated. The proprietary sense was
growing stronger.

They wound in and out in a devious path, for the streets in the
eastern part of the city were laid out in accordance with whim and not
by plan. And the rows of cottages lining the streets had acquired
something of mystery from the canopy of night, and even the squalid
sheds that appeared on the edge of the city's virility were wrapped in
a shadow that loaned them charm. There came a short stretch of
hedge-encompassed road and a damp musty smell of water, beyond, in the
blackness on both sides. Then they rolled out upon a clattering
bridge, turned a corner, and before them lay the river.

Joe slowed down the car. A tiny light flashed and then lay stretching
its rays in a yellow ripple out into a blue-black immensity. A shadow,
beyond it and entirely detached, appeared drifting slowly, and passed
them, an empty "plop-plop" following vaguely in its wake. The road
turned again, a little to the left this time, and swishing branches
brushed the car, and then almost at their feet stretched away to the
left a broad, black, moving shadow, matching the sky and studded
likewise by tiny pin-pricks of light. Ahead, unwound the road, a
straight ghostly ribbon fading away into a giant's mouth, and softly
swept down upon them the r