ferris wheel until they seemed to be blissfully alone in an eternity of blue sky, and Speedy even ventured to hold Jane's hand a little. She supplied the pressure and propinquity herself a few minutes later when they were hurtling down the dips and spinning up the rises in the giant roller coaster. Jane almost screamed with excitement and clutched Speedy's arm tightly. He didn't mind.
And then it was time for lunch.
They had decided to go for a swim first and have luncheon upon the sand in their bathing suits. So they separated at the bathhouse doors, to rejoin each other later clad for the waves. Jane looked gracefully slim and pretty in her trim blue bathing suit and Speedy was an extremely well set-up young man for his age. He had under his arm the little suitcase, now containing nothing but their lunch. They deposited the case on the sand where they could keep an eye on it from the water. Then they walked hand in hand, chattering in lively fashion as their toes sank into the soft sand, toward the ocean.
Both were excellent swimmers. They pushed forward to their waists in the water, then dived smoothly in. The water was refreshingly cool. They swam lazily about, returning now and then to the beach to get running starts for dives back into the rolling surf. Finally they commenced swimming out toward the end of the lifelines and, rejoicing in the strength of youth and the pleasure of being together, glided side by side farther, farther from the shore. On the horizon a yacht and a tanker were lazily plunging their way south. The shore noises
