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The first thing he said to her was: “Why, you’ve cut your hair!” and she answered: “Yes, isn’t it gorgeous?”

It was not fashionable then. At that time it was considered extremely daring.

“It’s a sunny day,” he said gravely. “Don’t you want to take a walk?”

She put on a light coat and they walked along the Avenue and into the Zoo, where they admired the grandeur of the elephant and the giraffe, but did not visit the monkey house because Gloria said that monkeys smelt so bad.

Then they returned toward the Plaza, talking about nothing, but glad for the spring. Gloria walked ahead of him.

“Oh!” she cried, “I want to go south! I want to get out in the air and just roll around on the new grass and forget there’s ever been any winter.”

“Don’t you, though!”

“I want to hear a million robins. I like birds.”

“All women are birds,” he ventured.

“What kind am I?”

“A swallow, I think, and sometimes a bird of paradise. Most girls are sparrows, of course. And of course you’ve met canary girls – and robin girls.”

“And swan girls and parrot girls. All grown women are hawks, I think, or owls.”

“What am I – a buzzard?”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Oh, no, you’re not a bird at all. You’re a Russian wolfhound. Dick’s a fox terrier, a trick fox terrier,” she continued.

“And Maury’s a cat.”

Later, as they parted, Anthony asked when he might see her again. She thought for a moment. “Maybe next Sunday.”

“All right.”

And when the day came they sat upon the lounge. After a while Anthony kissed her. And he had told her gently, almost in the middle of a kiss, that he loved her, and she had smiled and held him closer and murmured, “I’m glad,” looking into his eyes.

He had felt nearer to her than ever before. In a rare delight he cried aloud to the room that he loved her.

He phoned next morning:

“Good morning, Gloria.”

“Good morning.”

“I just called to say that.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“I wish I could see you.”

“You will, tomorrow night.”

“That’s a long time, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Her voice was reluctant.

“Couldn’t I come tonight?”

“I have a date.”

“Oh.”

“But I might – I might be able to break it.”

“Oh! Gloria?”

“What?”

“I love you.”

Another pause and then:

“I–I’m glad.”

When Anthony walked down the tenth-floor corridor of the Plaza that night, his dark eyes were gleaming. He knocked and entered. Gloria, dressed in pink, was across the room, standing very still, and looking at him. As he closed the door behind him she gave a little cry and moved.