"In California; I think it was year before last," he said glibly.
Amy laughed—"But I never was in California in my life, so you must be mistaken." Then, as Dick swept the room with another anxious glance: "What is the matter, Mr. Falkner; are you looking for someone?"
"I was wondering where Charlie Bowen went to," he answered desperately. "I didn't know but what he would want me to turn the ice-cream freezer or something."
[Illustration: "Mr. Falkner, I wish to present you to a very dear friend.">[
Miss Goodrich laughed again. "You're the funniest man," she said, and something in her voice or manner brought Dick to his senses with a jar.
"Well," he said, with a smile, "if I am mistaken I am very sorry, I assure you."
"About the ice cream?"
"No, about having met you before."
"Oh, sorry that you thought you had met me?"
Dick protested to some length with much unnecessary earnestness, and at last suggested that they find seats. Miss Goodrich agreed, and leading the way to an adjoining room, discovered a cushioned corner near the window. "Do you know," she said, when they were seated, "I, too, feel as you do?"