_Jack._ Say, Belle! Do you know, I think you were much better after
that imaginary journey we took the other night. Let's take another.

_Belle (looking up with a feeble smile)._ So soon?

_Jack._ I've got some more time-tables.

_Belle._ Where's it to be?

_Jack._ I'm tired of the Europe business. It takes so long, getting
to Switzerland and Egypt. I believe in seeing America first.

_Belle._ Where shall we go? To Hoboken?

_Jack._ Stop laughing at me. We're going to Florida. _(Draws up
chair to table and spreads out R. R. folders and time-tables.)_

_Belle._ Where do you get those?

_Jack._ At the ticket-office. They give them away.

_Belle._ With those lovely pictures! How nice of them!

_Jack._ Yes--isn't it! Now--here's the Atlantic Coast line. We leave
New York at noon----

_Belle._ But it's night now, Jack.

_Jack._ I know--but we've already started.