Soon he was warming up enthusiastically to the prospect of the adventure. He had not been to Coney Island since the previous summer. An occasional movie, a ball game and, once in a great while, a show viewed from a second balcony seat constituted the round of pleasure of the nearly always moneyless Speedy. Jane's excursions into the world of entertainment were even more limited. The tickets to Coney Island were like unexpected manna from Heaven. The contemplated trip to New York's most garish and most convenient resort was an event of tremendous importance to both. Carter, whose enterprises required him to have a supply of theatre tickets, passes and similar largess on hand for distribution, had given the tickets to Jane with the idea of getting her out of the neighborhood the next day. His scheme was working with perfect success.
"I'll wear that new gray suit that I bought with my first week's pay from the Consolidated—the suit you picked out," said Speedy enthusiastically.
"And I'll wear my new dress that granddad gave me for my birthday," countered Jane.
