"They wouldn't have much chance with Helen!" laughed Ray.
Mrs. Brewster-Curtis turned, and putting up her gold lorgnon, stared at the unknown young woman who had been so bold to venture to express an opinion. Ray, meantime, was wondering what detained Dick. Here she was famishing with thirst and still no ice. Her partner had disappeared completely.
Addressing her hostess Mrs. Brewster said languidly:
"Your niece, I believe."
"No—my sister," corrected Helen with a smile. It was a mistake often made.
"Of course—of course, how silly of me. I might have known that. You look enough alike."
"Do you think so?" interrupted Ray hotly. "Helen is far prettier than I."
"You are no judge, my dear. You must let the men decide that."
"They do," said Ray, "and they all declare in favor of Helen."
"Not by the way Mr. Steell dodges [Transcriber's note: dogs?] your footsteps." Looking up she exclaimed: "There he is now."