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hey say it's beautiful； all colored lanterns。 Let's take one of these old…fashioned carriages they have around； instead of a taxi for a change； and drive out there and back in the moonlight。 The taxis here smell so of gasoline； and they get you there so fast。 Yes； that's just what I feel like；〃 she concluded； 〃a slow； easygoing； old…style carriage ride in the moonlight。〃
〃How far out is this place？〃 Marjorie asked her。 〃Isn't there some story going around about a man…eating something or other that got away from some zoo or animal farm and is supposed to pounce on you in lonely places？ The maid that does the room was jabbering about it a mile a minute when you were out this morning。 I wasn't able to get the story very straight； I only caught about every third word； you know how fast they talk。〃
〃Oh； that。 The man at the American Express told me not to listen to it； there's not a word of truth in it。 I'm going to get my money's worth out of this vacation； and no hobgoblin story is going to stop me。〃
She opened the door and stood waiting for her friend to pass through。 〃Got everything？ Don't forget to bring some catnip in case we run into the watchamacallit；〃 she suggested flippantly。
Marjorie laughed as they moved toward the elevator。
Downstairs in the lobby she said； 〃Let's ask and find out at the desk。〃
The clerk bowed graciously； lowering his head to the end of his hair part； as they stepped over。
〃We understand there's an outdoor restaurant in the big park outside the city。 Is it worth taking in？ My friend and I were thinking of going there。〃
His answer was indirect。 〃Have the seсoritas tried the Tabarin or Select？ I am sure they would…〃
〃But those are just night clubs； aren't they？〃 Marjorie objected。 〃We have night clubs up home too。 What we're looking for is something a little different； something more atmospheric。〃
〃I know the place you mean；〃 he said somewhat reticently。 〃The Madrid； out in the Bosque…〃
〃What's the matter with it？〃 Sally cut in with characteristic bluntness。
〃Oh； nothing； nothing；〃 he hastily retracted。 〃It is just that it is leetle…how you say？… lejano； out of the way； far out。 Are the sefloritas going unacpanied？ I could perhaps arrange…〃
〃Oh no； we don't want any hired escorts；〃 Sally grimaced。 〃I hate that sort of thing。〃
〃The young man seems doubtful； for some reason or other；〃 Marjorie smiled uncertainly at her。
This time he didn't trouble to deny it。
Sally O'Keefe reacted as Sally O'Keefe always reacted。 Marjorie had known she would。 〃Well； people do go there after dark； don't they？〃 she demanded of the clerk。 And at his nodding admission； she plucked her friend by the arm。 〃Then we are； too！ Call us one of these old…fashioned carriages。〃 And they went sailing out to the street to await its arrival。
Outside Marjorie laughed knowingly。 〃He was doing his best to discourage us； did you get it？ But he wouldn't e out with the real reason； afraid we'd cut short our stay； I suppose。 You always were that way； let anyone try to talk you out of doing anything； and you're surer than ever to go ahead and do it。〃
〃Steam…roller Sal；〃 grinned the smaller girl beside her。 〃Here it is now。〃
They got in； settled themselves on the back seat； left open to the sky with the hood thrown back。
〃What'd he say it was called； again？〃
Marjorie gave the order to the coachman for her。 〃The Madrid。〃 He turned and gave them a glance of brief curiosity； then flicked his whip and they started to roll down the street with velvety smoothness。 Marjorie had noted the look in passing。 It might have been elicited by their festive attire or their lack of male escort； but she was inclined to think not； she had an idea it was their destination that had caused it。
〃Was I right？〃 Sally exulted。 〃Isn't this nice for a change？〃
The gait of the vehicle was a lot more even and lulling than a car would have been； there was no denying that； and it gave them a much better chance to take in the sights around them。 These carriages； although no longer used for practical purposes during the daylight hours； were far from being broken…down museum pieces。 They were rubber…tired； their bodies kept in gleaming condition； and they were anything but an unmon sight in Ciudad Real； particularly after dark and on Sunday afternoons。
After ten or fifteen minutes of slow coursing through the vivacious； brightly lighted streets； they came out finally upon a large glorieta； or rounded open space of pavement； ringed about with multiglobed lampposts。 This was the Puerta Mayor； one of the city 〃gates；〃 although it had neither wall nor gate to show for it。 Facing them across it was the main entrance to the Bosque； a vast natural park in imitation of the Bois de Boulogne in Paris； mute testimony of the days when Paris had set the style in cities as well as in women's clothes。
The main driveway of the Bosque； when they entered it； was filled with taxis； roadsters； and sedans。 In fact the stream of traffic was fully as heavy as on some of the city thoroughfares behind them。
〃Now what's wrong with this？〃 Sally queried delightedly。 〃Do you see anything so lonely or scary about this？ I'd like to give that clerk a piece of my mind！〃
〃It's lonely like Times Square on Election Night；〃 admitted Marjorie with a chuckle。
〃What a night！〃 Sally exulted。 She lowered the bracketed seat opposite； put both feet up on it； and stared overhead and rearward at a pomegranate of a moon which was beginning to work its way through the trees into open sky。
Presently innumerable colored lanterns； like toy balloons staked low above the ground at the end of taut； upright strings； began to peer out at them here and there。 The carriage made a turn into a private siding； the trees thinned off； and a whole vast expanse of them； like a flower bed dangling upside down； burgeoned into view。 Beneath was a sea of tables in the open air； centering around a pavilion； open at the sides； containing still others。 And all alike； inside and out； were filled with a vivaciously chattering； typically Latin outdoor crowd。 The nostalgic wail of a tango sounded disembodiedly on the night air； without seeming to have any source； and you could tell that those upright under the pavilion roof in a small pact cluster were dancing； and not just standing there between the tables； only because each two were turned to face one another。
〃Now this；〃 said Sally； when they had finally obtained a table far out toward the perimeter； 〃is what I really call something。 You can have your stuffy city night clubs。 Look at that。〃 She picked up a leaf that had fallen to the cloth from above； and held it out almost reverently for Marjorie to see。
〃Sally； the hard…to…please； the chronic plainer；〃 observed Marjorie； with reverse implication。
Sally was usually good pany at all times； pleasant to be out with； that was why they had made the trip together in the first place。 Tonight she was in especially fine fettle。
〃Are we getting looked at！〃 she reveled presently； not in the least disconcerted。 〃Very dйclassйe； I suppose； ing out alone together like this。〃
〃You know it isn't that；〃 Marjorie teased her。 〃It's probably that carrot thatch of yours； and the funny little phiz that goes with it。〃 She undulated her wrist watch toward her。 〃You're beautiful； my dear。〃
Sally squinted at one of the lanterns。 〃I must owe you money；〃 she said。 〃Trying to recall if I do or not。 It's the only way I can account for it。 All right； you're beautiful too； so there。 I'm beautiful； you're beautiful； what good does it do us？ Two lonely old maids； twenty…four and twentyfive； all by themselves in the middle of the South American night。〃
〃You shouldn't have said that；〃 Marjorie said in a guarded voice； laughing silently down her chin。 〃Don't look up； but we're about to be accosted。〃
He was plete even down to white kid gloves。 He bowed low between them。 〃Would one of the sefloritas care to do me the honor of dancing？〃
The corner of Sally's mouth was twitching in spite of her best efforts to control it。 Close as he was； she managed to make herself audible to her friend without appearing to say anything。 〃Dare me？〃 she breathed。 〃Ow！ what was that for？〃 she exclaimed； unabashed； a moment later as the point of her friend's toe found her instep。
Marjorie saw that she would have to answer for the two of them。 〃No thank you；〃 she said with what gravity she could muster。
〃Pardon；〃 the canvasser said stiffly。 He gave another bow and left them。
〃You hurt the poor man's feelings；〃 Marjorie rebuked； holding her napkin to the side of her own mouth to keep the contagious laughter she was getting from the other girl from being seen。
The two of them had fallen into one of those moods of giddy； causeless hilarity that at times sweep over two women alone； they were laughing at nothing； with one another； at one another； and incited by one another。
〃I thought you were feeling so romantic tonight？〃
〃Yeah；〃 said Sally； shaking her head； 〃but I don't like 'em with shoeshines on the hair。〃
This brought on another gale of risibility。
〃Have they a union？ They'll be picketing this