“We open in Hartford in a couple of weeks and then play Washington and then come in here for a run.

“Honest, the way those two towns fall for this:  ’Manager Soandso is to be congratulated upon securing for his next week’s attraction Mr. Suchandsuch’s elaborate production of the great London success, ’The Rancid Prune,’ with the following all-star cast of metropolitan favorites.’  And some of them, ach, Himmel!

“I do wish that the merry Springtime would hurry up and kick in.  Them can have the Winter that likes it, but not for little Angel-face; give me the summer and that ‘Robins Nest Again’ number.

“When the bock beer signs again wave in the breeze and the Dutchman in the delicatessen don’t think you are a bug when you ask for Summer sausage; when the mint commences to sprout in the cigar box on the fire escape and all nature seems glad.  I just love those trips on the night boat up the Hudson with the searchlight:  shining on the trees and the ice tinkling in the highball glass as the steward comes down the deck.

“You know that I am naturally—­even when sober—­of a romantic and emotional temperament, but those nights I can sit and hold hands and inhale cocktails until daylight without an effort.

“And then Sundays down at Manhattan Beach dubbing around in a bathing suit—­and take this from me as advance information, the bathing suit I am going to wear this year is going to chase the waves clear out in the ocean.  I don’t know yet whether I can wear it at Rockaway or not; it’s a cinch I can’t if they have another moral wave like they did last year.  It’s chic without being bizarre.

“And I can safely say without fear of successful contradiction that I look well in it, and if I can keep my hair from getting wet I’ll be the one best bet.  But if the briny mingles with my marcel wave—­good night, nurse!

“One of Mr. Hepner’s assistants told me that if salt water ever touched my golden tresses that the only thing I could do to keep them from turning green was to get scalped.

“A friend of mine who owns a yacht is going to send his wife and daughter on a trip to Europe, and he told me to count myself one of a party of six that are going to make a tour of all the neighboring resorts—­no, not that kind—­Summer resorts.  Fresh!

“We had the one grand time last year.

“I never had a more enjoyable time.  Just press a button and the steward was right on the job to take your order.

“Anything from a glass of hops to a Merry Widow cocktail, and you didn’t have to dig once.  Everything paid for ad lib.

“Ah! those happy evenings that appeal so to every true lover of Nature and well mixed drinks.  To sit and listen to the lapping of the waters—­and booze.

“Us girls are talking about getting a houseboat this season if we don’t have to work.  Of course, the chances are that it will never come off, but up to date that is the last dressing room pipe.