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to all Manhattan Island.

Johnny was lost in utter rapture over a blue-gowned blonde whose starry eyes had the same color as the
aquamarine studded bracelet and ear-rings that matched her identifying attire. He had found the girl of the
dream that hadn't been a dream.

CHAPTER VIII
WHEN Linda Brock wanted to be cold, she put a warm look in her eyes. Not that Linda was cold by
nature; it was simply that she had a mind. A mind was a bad thing to have if you made it up the wrong
way, as Johnny Craver could have testified if he'd been in the mood.

There was only one mood to be in when Linda gave that look and Johnny was in it.

"Fancy meeting you," spoke Johnny. "Right where you said you'd be - but I don't even know your
name."

"You knew it this afternoon," reminded Linda, mildly. "Or don't you remember?"

"How could I remember anything about you before I met you?"

"Suppose I remind you. My name -"

"Don't tell me." Johnny shook his head. "Just let me guess. Or let me create a name. What shall I call
you?"

"How about the girl in blue?"

"Are you?" Johnny looked for the blue gown which was rather lost in the gloom that was dominated by
Linda's wealth of bare arms and shoulders. "Oh, yes, blue" - he stared squarely into Linda's eyes - "blue,
like sapphires."

"Aquamarines," corrected Linda. "An aquamarine is blue too, you know." Her gaze became very serious.
"But when you say sapphire -"

"You speak of health, happiness and wealth," added Johnny. "All three the glorious bounty of magnificent
Sapphire Springs, where trouble is washed away by the eternal flow of nature's true contentment."

Anyone else would have said that Johnny was quoting verbatim from a prospectus written by Noble J.
Elder, but Linda didn't say so. Her eyes went really starry in their far away gaze as though she was
hearing inspired words that she too had absorbed.

"Really?" queried Linda, in a heartfelt tone. "Is it really that wonderful there?"

"So wonderful I never should have left there," declared Johnny, seriously. "I miss the scent of the
pine-laden air, the ripple of the clear blue water that reflects the cloudless sky overhead."

"Is the water really blue? Or is it just the bottles?"

Johnny began a disdainful smile that faded when he saw that Linda was really seeking honest testimony.