Let's go to Luna's for supper."
"I never saw such a girl as you to think of ways for spending
money. What kind of a purse-proud plutocrat do you think I am?
I've only seventy-five cents left. How much have you got?"
Blix had fifty-five cents in her purse, and they had a grave
council over their finances. They had just enough for car-fare
and two "suppers Mexican," with ten cents left over."
"That's for Richard's tip," said Blix.
"That's for my CIGAR," he retorted.
"You made ME give him fifty cents. You said it was the least I
could offer him--noblesse oblige."
"Well, then, I COULDN'T offer him a dime, don't you see? I'll tell
him we are broke this time."
They started home, not as they had come, but climbing the hill and
going across a breezy open down, radiant with blue iris, wild
heliotrope, yellow poppies, and even a violet here and there. A
little further on they gained one of the roads of the Reservation,
red earth smooth as a billiard table; and just at an angle where
the road made a sharp elbow and trended cityward, they paused for
a moment and looked down and back at the superb view of the ocean,
the vast half-moon of land, and the rolling hills in the
foreground tumbling down toward the beach and all spangled with
wild flowers.
Some fifteen minutes later they reached the golf-links.
"We can go across the links," said Condy, "and strike any number
of car lines on the other side."
They left the road and struck across the links, Condy smoking his
new-lighted pipe.
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