"The sea is all right for some things," ses Ginger at last, "but suppose
a man married!"
The gal shook her 'ead. "It would be hard on 'is wife," she ses, with
another little look at 'im, "but--but----"
Ginger pinched 'er elbow agin.
"But p'r'aps he could get a job ashore," she ses, "and then he could
take his wife out for a bus-ride every day."
They 'ad to change buses arter a time, and they got on a wrong bus and
went miles out o' their way, but neither of 'em seemed to mind. Ginger
said he was thinking of something else, and the gal said she was too.
They got to the Zoological Gardens at last, and Ginger said he 'ad never
enjoyed himself so much. When the lions roared she squeezed his arm,
and when they 'ad an elephant ride she was holding on to 'im with both
'ands.
"I am enjoying myself," she ses, as Ginger 'elped her down and said
"whoa" to the elephant. "I know it's wicked, but I can't 'elp it, and
wot's more, I'm afraid I don't want to 'elp it."
She let Ginger take 'er arm when she nearly tripped up over a peppermint
ball some kid 'ad dropped; and, arter a little persuasion, she 'ad a
bottle of lemonade and six bath-buns at a refreshment stall for dinner.
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