"I didn't see her until the second day out."     

       "I know that second day out. Well?"     

       "We didn't really meet at all."     

       "Just happened to be going to the same spot, eh?"     

       "As a matter of fact, it was like this. Like a fool, I'd bought a second-class ticket."     

       "What? Our young Rockerbilt Astergould, the boy millionaire, traveling second-class! Why?"     

       "I had an idea it would be better fun. Everybody's so much more cheery in the second cabin. You get to know people so much quicker. Nine trips out of ten, I'd much rather go second."     

       "And this was the tenth?"     

       "She was in the first-cabin," said Jimmy.     

       Mifflin clutched his forehead.     

       "Wait!" he cried. "This reminds me of something—something in Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet? No. I've got it—Pyramus and Thisbe."     

       "I don't see the slightest resemblance."     

       "Read your 'Midsummer Night's Dream.' 'Pyramus and Thisbe,' says the story, 'did talk through the chink of a wall,'" quoted Mifflin.     

       "We didn't."     

       "Don't be so literal. You talked across a railing."     

       "We didn't."     

       "Do you mean to say you didn't talk at all?"     

       "We didn't say a single word."     

       Mifflin shook his head sadly.     

       "I give you up," he said. "I thought you were a man of enterprise. What did you do?"     

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