THEY DROVE TO THE THEATER between sheer cliffs of buildings, along crowded, brightly lighted, rain-shiny streets. Even rain was spectacular in New York. They climbed out of their cabs under a marquee, and made their way through a crowded, brilliant lobby.
The usher showed them to seats well forward in the orchestra section. The twelve of them filled nearly a whole row. Vicki sat down beside Bill Boyd, and Dean followed her. She saw that Jean and Pete were sitting next to each other, away off on the end.
The band struck up a medley of songs from the show. No one seemed to listen, but went right on talking instead. Then the lights dimmed—too soon for Vicki, who found the vivacious, gaily dressed New York audience a whole show in itself.
The curtain slowly, softly went up on a scene of cry
