"Oh, Mr. Steell," cried Helen, "don't forget our next waltz."
His face all smiles, the lawyer forced his way through the press of people.
"Have you seen Dick?" asked Ray. "I sent him to get me an ice."
Mr. Steell laughed outright.
"Oh, it was you who sent him. If I had known——"
"Why?" demanded Ray, opening wide her eyes. "Where is he? I want my ice."
"I'll get you an ice, dear," said Helen.
"No, let me go," exclaimed Mr. Parker.
"No—no one will get the ice but myself," said Mr. Steell. "It's my fault that the ice is not already forthcoming. It is only just that I suffer accordingly."
Mr. Parker laughed.