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ave differentiated them more accurately than the ordinary layman； Marjorie was the show…girl type； Sally the pony chorus girl。 Neither of them； as a matter of fact； was of the theater。 Sally was the private secretary to a harvesting…machinepany vice…president。 Marjorie was branch manager for one of a large chain of candy stores； known as 〃Handmaid；〃 where everything was done by machinery but the eating。 Both were on their first real vacation in years； a long…planned； long…saved…for； many…times…def erred sabbatical that they had practically had to blackmail their respective employers for。 It was a free…lance trip； they would have nothing to do with conducted tours and large； sardinelike cruise parties rushing about in military formation。
〃That's Naples you're thinking of； isn't it？〃 Marjorie answered the remark。 〃And anyway； if it's all you say； why spoil it by speaking of dying in the same breath with it？〃
〃Just a phrase； just a turn of speech；〃 Sally said； turning away at last and ing toward her。 〃When you feel as I do tonight； it has no meaning at all。 I never felt so alive before in my life！ This place certainly brings out the dynamism in you。 What're we doing tonight？〃
Marjorie stood up； ready to go。 〃This was your night for making the plans； haven't you got anything worked out？ That was our arrangement； remember？ One night I'm the boss； the next night you are。〃
Sally essayed analyzing herself； while her friend went around putting out the lights； a habit that they were not accustomed enough to hotels to have broken themselves of yet。 〃I feel sort of sentimental； romantic。 It must be that out there brought it on。 None of these jangling； brassy casinos or night clubs for me tonight。 I feel sort of pastoral…yes that's how I feel； pastoral。〃
〃Pasteurized？〃 Marjorie teased； gathering up an outer wrap。
Sally gave her a push at the rear of the waist。 〃I heard somebody or other mention a place out in a park on the outskirts； where you eat in the open air under the trees；〃 she resumed。 〃They 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 se