'You ain't like your friend. Don't think I don't see that.' 'Genevieve's a sweet girl,' said Katie, loyally. 'A darned sight too sweet. Somebody ought to tell her mother.' 'Why did you speak to her if you did not like her?' 'Wanted to get to know you,' said the young man simply. They walked on in silence. Katie's heart was beating with a rapidity that forbade speech. Nothing like this very direct young man had ever happened to her before. She had grown so accustomed to regarding herself as something too insignificant and unattractive for the notice of the lordly male that she was overwhelmed. She had a vague feeling that there was a mistake somewhere. It surely could not be she who was proving so alluring to this fairy prince. The novelty of the situation frightened her. 'Come here often?' asked her companion. 'I've never been here before.' 'Often go to Coney?' 'I've never been.' He regarded her with astonishment. 'You've never been to Coney Island! Why, you don't know what this sort of thing is till you've taken in Coney. This place isn't on the map with Coney. Do you mean to say you've never seen Luna Park, or Dreamland, or Steeplechase, or the diving ducks? Haven't you had a look at the Mardi Gras stunts? Why, Coney during Mardi Gras is the greatest thing on earth. It's a knockout. Just about a million boys and girls having the best time that ever was. Say, I guess you don't go out much, do you?' 'Not much.' 'If it's not a rude question, what do you do? I been trying to place you all along. Now I reckon your friend works in a store, don't she?' 'Yes. She's a cloak-model. She has a lovely figure, hasn't she?' 'Didn't notice it. I guess so, if she's what you say. It's what they pay her for, ain't it? Do you work in a store, too?' 'Not exactly. I keep a little shop.' 'All by yourself?' 'I do all the work now. It was my father's shop, but he's dead. It began by being my grandfather's. He started it. But he's so old now that, of course, he can't work any longer, so I look after things.' 'Say, you're a wonder! What sort of a shop?' 'It's only a little second-hand bookshop. There really isn't much to do.' 'Where is it?' 'Sixth Avenue. Near Washington Square.' 'What name?' 'Bennett.' 'That's your name, then?' 'Yes.' 'Anything besides Bennett?' 'My name's Kate.' The young man nodded. 'I'd make a pretty good district attorney,' he said, disarming possible resentment at this cross-examination. 'I guess you're wondering if I'm ever going to stop asking you questions. Well, what would you like to do?' 'Don't you think we ought to go back and find your friend and Genevieve? They will be wondering where we are.' 'Let 'em,' said the young man briefly. 'I've had all I want of Jenny.' 'I can't understand why you don't like her.' 'I like you. Shall we have some ice-cream, or would you rather go on the Scenic Railway?'